Soaked and muddy is the soil Thunder connects distant mountains An old track leads upwards Up to the fringe of the tallest fjord Countless have dreamed with this place The closest to the plane of Asgard Few had the courage to believe And to release the berserker affray Strange, the breeze is carrying over Whispers, noise and sounds resembling words Formulae of unbounded rage and pain A receipt for a deadly mindset way Time and place is right The words reveal themselves Thou must hunt a beast wolf Under the darkest winter night Sip the fresh blood while still warm Grasp the sense that all is prey When the heat of battle ignites Roaring in waves engulfing thy heart Burning fire will be summoned In pure frenzy harvest enemys lives Soaked and muddy is the soil Thunder connects distant mountains An old track leads upwards Up to the fringe of the tallest fjord Countless have dreamed with this place The closest to the plane of Asgard Few had the courage to believe And to release the berserker affray Strange, the breeze is carrying over Whispers, noise and sounds resembling words...
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