Hear whats written on the wind. We come to kill and kill again. Our arrows fall like hail Trample on the dead. Ride through the Gate of clouds stand on the open step. Run beserk spreading fear and pain. Black shield and weapons, black our chain. None can harm us not their fire Iron or steel for we have the Will to power with power we will Kill. Kill with power die die Kill with power die die To the war god Odin you will pray. And the curse of weapons shall Remain. On the blood of all our Fathers on their weapons we now Swear to avenge not lament. Give the False ones death. Kill with power die die Kill with power die die
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