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Imminent war, enemies closer

Cold breath of death summons the band

Tasters of blood, ravenous bears

March side by side to the invoking land

Red eyes in flames, shivering teeth,

Biting the edge of

Old blood bathed shields

Bare-chested men, long spears in hands

Seeders of death slide by the fields

Oh Berserkers!

Warriors out of control

Oh Berserkers!

Fimbultyr calls for their souls

Animal pelts in favor of Odin

Growling in rage, wild fury sounds

A battle cry, the charge begins

Rivers of blood will flood these grounds

One by one, corpses are falling

Flesh and one pave a destruction path

Iron won't stop, nor fire will

No common man can put

An end to this wrath

Oh Berserkers!

Warriors out of control

Oh Berserkers!

Fimbultyr calls for their souls