| We march into battlefield
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| With the gods on our side
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| Our steel shall break through their shields
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| And then when they die, we will feed
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| On their eyes and the souls that we need
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| To become the strongest there is
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| We will fight 'till Wendigo is fed
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| Like a beast, he is lurking
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| Hungry for flesh
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| Once he was human
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| But now he is death
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| We have to feed
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| the belly of sin
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| To conquer the wold
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| With the strenght to win
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| In a band of blood
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| We will fight for eternity
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| In the hall of the gods
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| We will live in prosperity
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| And then when our foes have been killed
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| We will feed until hunger is filled
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| To become the strongest there is
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| We will fight 'till Wendigo is fed
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| Torn by my sword, the enemy is weak
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| He lies by my feet, like a creep
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| I feed on his eyes, and I feed on his heart
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| And all that is he, becomes me
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| In the grace of my gods
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| I will drink of their blood
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| And become all that they were
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| I will feel what they felt
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| I will see what they saw
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| When I eat of the souls that is mine |