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HAMMER AGAINST THE CROSSES

Into the deep winter forest

Iron between trees well hiden

A hundred of brave pagan soldiers

Ready to attack this night

Iron against the lies   Hammers against the crosses   Defenders of our land

A trap for our enemy   Glory for our gods   Waiting to attack

Here comes them, weak sheep

We rise our sword to the sky

In a few seconds they will see

How a pagan warrior fights

Silence in the woods   Cold nocturnal winds   Darkness in our hearts

Snow cover the fields   The moon shines bright   The war has begun

We appear from the shades

Our eyes shines

Between howls of rage

I taste their blood

and then we scream

ATTACK

This is our rage

an this is your defeat

the blood covers the snow

and their mutilated bodies

protecting our land

fighting for our people

for our warrior faith

for our identity

We return to our village

and while we are marching

we shout our proclaim:

HONOUR, HONOUR, HONOUR AND PRIDE