Over mountains and through Thorns
Through the One Dark forest
Dø like a warrior, Head on a tree
Shot in the flesh now ¥laughs skin-deep down
Raven's beak in blood will fray
After the battle has taken place
Armored bodies in cruel battle
axes planted, souls suffered
Cold swords that open the skin
Hair that smells fresh of blood
The Norse race must slaughter the other
Now r the mud is pounding too hard on our side

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