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In a cold remembrance

Steel thrashes its way

The holy relies ending

Blood spills of a god dethroned

The last of men in cloth

Toil their way into the sea

Devoured by the greed of Odin

The waves run red with blood of thee

The warlord weaves his web of death

As pagans sigh their grim last breath

The bloodied red sun is his shield

As the eagle scams the battlefield