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Will crimson turn with blood by night

The fields that early-dew has purified

The song of battle horn is spreading far

And makes the foes flash creep

We'll fight

Fixed on the horde are the eyes

Blinded by mist of revenge

With sunrise

With the virgin sun-beam

Our ancient war-call will revive

We'll survive

In pale moonlight I remembered my days

And listened hard to winds in leafage at night

Talking to Gods

Who were looking forward to break of the dawn

Here comes the first ray

Reflected in armors and chain

Rune inscribed by my hand

To heaven of heaven flies

Quenching thirst of their blades

To Valhalla fighting through it waits

Men of honor last and great

They stood up to their fate

Revived by the battle is fading the light

The sward will cut off your war-call from night

You did know you will be killed

And fall victim it fate

Yet never turned back from your from way of might

The beam's on thy snow white wings

You've come before I've sunk in oblivion

Epistle of heaven you're

In mist of great sorrow

Jaws of the beast have been stained with your blood

Blades had been singing in swallowing fight

Into weeping of wolves the groaning will slowly change

Fires will be made to honor Revenge