Blood covers the holy grounds
Drums of war are getting louder
As the eclipse cover the battlefield
And the past now is just a vision
Hate and anger in my soul
Sword and wolf are my spawn
I wonder in the fields of honour
To take back the ancenstor's glory
I hail with pride to the sun
And Gods are blessing my path
To bring the afe of strong
And survival will be the highest law
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