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In a ghastly fortress on the outskirt of Hell

Lies eternal knowledge hidden from unwanted ears

Mountainsides hide worthy thoughts

The ones you seek

Icy rivers gleam with pride and hope

But none of them will speak of the holy war

I summon Thee in a cold dark forest

Were the last gleam of light vanished by the hills

And darkness falls

On the cursed ground where we all stand

The air heathens and ravens fly

Soon blood and iron will be as one

Honor and strife – lead me forth

Armor and steel – are now my flesh

The battle calls

For we are bound by heathen blood

To march towards a new eon

And plant the seeds of the ancient race