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Nourishment in religious prosecution

Dark times ahead of those in war

One stands out the most

The Warrior in the Coif of Glory.

Self hatred to the ones in fear

The glowing Sword of those within

Ancient Blood from the gods

Golden goblet with the gods blood

Grants the door to Valhalla

The Coif of Glory

Blood Curling call of the Warrior

Thousands dead in the Village

Lost wounds seek to pillage and steal

Theres no greater power than

the Coif of Glory

Make way for the Torment of Asmodeus

He will make everyone perish

Yet undefeated until the end

Gods granted him Valhalla.

Thousand rotting corpses in a goblet

Turned to the impurity of Gold

Hail Odinn!

Ending of the worthy son of Odinn

Returning to the Coif of Glory

Drinking from the impure golden Goblet

Resting in the thousand cadavers

The smell of maggots becoming harsh

Neverending pride, Anguish Always hides.

The Coif of Glory