| The Warlord weaves his web of fear
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| Each man receives his faith of share
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| A blood-red sun is the warriors shield
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| The eagle scans the battlefield
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| From a beautiful dark past
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| When the Earth was young and pure
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| We’ll go into a disgraceful future
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| Where everything we own is lost
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| But we are the Sons of the New Dawn
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| Under the sign of the hammer
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| We’ll take back what us belongs
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| Warriorsouls longing for revenge
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| We are guided by the Warlord
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| So comrades take up your shields
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| And raise your swords high to the sky
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| For we will rule the battlefields!
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| Just like Autumn dies and Winter follows
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| Our Winter is beyond
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| Let’s rebuild our dynasty
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| With pagan souls and immortal beauty
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| Fight, my warriors fight
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| Fight for the heathen pride
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| Hail, my warriors hail
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| And don’t let this mission fail
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| Remember, death is the element we do not fear
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| Stand strong with pride, and never surrender
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| My mighty warriors, our empire is near
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| For we do accept the rules of nature
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| Ooh, magnificent Gods of War;
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| Let us be victorious
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| And may we find our paradise
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| In the eternal spheres of ice
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| For we are the Sons of the New Dawn
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| Hailing under the sign of Mjollnir
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| We will rebuild our dynasty
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| Young and strong, to infinity! |