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The nocturnal moon grimly shines above us
And cold winds of death penetrates the raging hordes
Hail the battlesky, hail the north
And the sky was burning with the flames of a thousand souls
The nocturnal moon is ablaze and the
Soulless creatures of damnation ride
Upon the hatred of the elder gods
War, glorious are those who are sons of Odhinn
For they truly are the rulers of the northern sphere
The nocturnal moon grimly shines above us
And cold winds of death penetrates the raging hordes
Hail the battlesky, hail the north
And the sky was burning with the flames of a thousand souls
The battlesky is burning and the elder gods are awake
And the banner of Valhalla ride upon the winds of death
War, glorious are those who ride the winds
For they truly are the rulers of the battlefields