| We can smell the blood
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| Among the leaves and branches
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| Taste the old forest breath
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| So hateful and pagan in tongue
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| We are brought to a place
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| Sacred among our race
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| Old gods watch our fight
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| Strength and glory at our side
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| The blood is still calling
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| Wakes an instinct of wolves
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| Hate in our blue eyes
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| Pride of the alpha supreme
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| The strong race is coming
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| End of all Jehovah’s life
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| We must write again with blood
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| Write the nature’s laws
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| Soon our throne is built again
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| Made of Christian skulls
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| The culture of mighty nation
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| Is brought to life again
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| Our beliefs in the ancient gods
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| The sorceries are binding us
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| With the victory and sign of the sun
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| Magick strengthening our creed
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| Our people, listen to the wolf
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| Deep inside your soul it speak
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| Honor, blood and cult of heathen man
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| A white wolf of highest order
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| We are cavalry with the might mares
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| Young and strong, full of pride
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| Strike with hate in our blue eyes
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| Iron tyranny returns |