When the ones of my blood stroke with power to defend their roots with their life
Burning eyes watch over the enemy, a spark and the fire will start to burn
´cause my blood has dwelt here for centuries there will always be a “we” and a “they”
One more day of battles and corpses, flesh for the ravens fertilize the earth
It´s time to feast and to drink from the horns
But before clean up your ax, Why? For Tomorrow? NO!
(There´s) No tomorrow for us, cold is the wind that blows in our hearts
Only the halls of gods are waiting for us
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