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From the north our armies march to take the throne from thee

to take it back with blades in hand to take it maliciously

where once we ruled we now return with anger gleaming bright

to spill their blood upon the snow, bathed in pale moonlight

Through melees long

Through seas of spears

through showers of blood

through the gore of thousands

Through melees long

Through seas of spears

through showers of blood

through the gore of thousands

Below the hill we lie in wait for our time to kill

to taste their blood upon our lips this urge we must fulfil

the time is here and out we come the legion of the night

to kiss their stomachs with our swords and shed their blood in spite

March! [repeated]

Raising our weapons we cry out with glee

and the blood in our veins fills with raw ecstasy

headfirst and headstrong our armies collide

for the glory of our people, to bring us pride

and avenge our sons who died