Huntsmen, ye of faith and pride
Upon this day we shall ride
Over fields and mountainsides
For horns, for meat and hides
Let the hunting falcon soar
Tread where none have gone before
Where owl's howl and bears doth roar
To chase the ox and boar
By the glittering morning dew
May thy aim be true
Blood for Odin, in the glen
Soon we shall hunt again
Diffrent game awaits us then
We shall hunt for heads of men
Traitor-necks and traitor-lives
Their blood upon our knives
Today we hunt
Today we kill
Today we feast
Of the flesh of the beast
If tomorrow brings our death
Today we still draw breath

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