Bloodshed before me thousands have laid to waste Shores of blood, death hand raised Our honour shall be restored Iron is the will of man and valour Glorify away that which is mine Vanquish those who would oppose my will And with mist mighty furor would I purify our ilk Blood strong, flesh iron Bound by will of might endowed with battlefed hunger Before me my conquering path I am the scourge that strength of will The spirit of men shall live with proud, joyful hearts.... Sharpe as untainted steel, we will swath away through the rabble that spoils our volk And so with the truimph of steel and a truimph of will Joyful revenge will call us to happiness
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