| For victory we’ll fight and for victory we’ll die
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| We march into battle and there’s thunder in the sky
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| Our enemies retreat, filled with madness in their eyes
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| They fall by our steel and they run for their lives
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| The battlefield is red by the blood of all dead
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| We hunt them all down and make trohies of their heads
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| Fight without fear, fight with no mercy
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| And no man will ever shed this pagan
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| Blood, this pagan blood
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| For glorious death we ride into war
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| Our Enemies shall die by the steel of our swords
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| The northmen is here, twisted and disturbed
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| Christians beware, this bloodthirsty horde
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| Into cold darkness these pagans shall fight
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| Nothing can bury their freedom or might
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| Carved into runes, their names shall be known
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| The were the men that was truly of pagan
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| Blood, this pagan blood |