Rank and file of legions vile form their battle lines
Clad in armour black as night northern darkness sines
Banners raised skin of slaves slap in vanir's breeze
Seidmen cut rune wards deep hel thaws all shall freeze
Release the flood a rampant tide of blood
Will fill this black lagoon
Warriors weened on gore and gruel must heed
The carrion call of doom
Pack master! Unleash the reavers eager for rapine
Emerge from lair of ice and gneiss cave and ravine
Vulpine scouts, winter-lean, scent meat on ripe spore
A feast awaits the frenzy of rabid fang and claw
Volcanic shores bleed a gush of iron ore
From ashes death will bloom
Howl for hel voracious dogs of war
Fenrir hunts snaps jaws of doom
Skills to hone, swords to whet to keen edge damascene
Spear tip to taper, arrow fletch, hammerhead to clean
In spleen
Shield to boss, helm to crest, battle axe to grind
Wound to stitch, gut to void, berzerker-rage to blind
Sick mind
Beneath a shroud of bludgeoned sky
We tread the dust on corpse-strewn roads
Hum laments of requiems
Half-remembered odes
Of orphaned brats, weeping widows
We march to crack of thunder ragnarok in our eyes
To drumbeat of the damned we salute your sacrifice
We march for love of slaughter drunk on wine of blades
We fight for eternal night until the end of days
Release the flood a rampant tide of blood
Will fill this black lagoon
Warriors weened on gore and gruel must heed
The carrion call
Volcanic shores bleed a gush of iron ore
From ashes death will bloom
Howl for hell voracious dogs of war
Fenrir hunts snaps jaws of doom
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