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For we are the doomed

Rising from the ground

Into the winds of darkness

Without any other sound

We dance the leaves of autumn

We gather by the oak

Our axes rise above us

We're here to pay the oath

Dancing in the cold with the wolves around the oak

For we shall be ready to defend the sacred earth

Come to us oh, Mother, breathe the bloodlight upon us

Send our hearts to heaven before the battle shall begun

Alive yet dead inside

The horde is dancing faster

With axes as theyr wives

with blood as only master

They eat and drink the dead

The battle's at its higher

protected by the winds

by hands of steel and fire