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Our campfires burn all around to fill the dark with light

In us burn black flames of hate, by daybreak we will fight

The sun creeps through the breath of night up in the morning sky

The land still lies in mystic haze, the wolves had stopped to cry

Lances, shields and grinded swords blaze in the rays of sun

Our banners float in northern winds, hostile blood shall run

Last prayers to the battlegods, then horses paw the ground

Bursting bodies, agony, and gore is all around

From the eternal sky I hear the bloodbirds cry

Hold the ensign high, do not be afraid to die

We are those who will bring to you war and death and fear

Demand for war burns in our hearts, battle is always near

The smell of death decreases, the battle has been won

Hymns of war and victory rise up to Wodan's throne

Tyr, immortalize our swords

The fire what gives birth to fame is eternally inside

Reflected by our armament these flames will always light

Victory is ours

We are those who will bring to you war and death and fear

Warlike demand burns in us, battle is always near