We look to the south
Our shields to the north
Like he who graced the wolf's mouth
Each man will prove his worth
What's past, it matters not
These plans that we have sown
Tonight someone will rot
Tonight we wear our woad!
Our path ends here
On the wild huntsman's road
Valhalla draws near
Tonight we wear our woad!
One day all may be healed
The scars we cut this day
These welkin keys we wield
Will see us on our way
Before we meet the sun
Before that day of gold
We'll stand and see this done
This day we wear our... we wear our woad!
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