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Chiming on the wind they clash in a blaze of fire

A violent clamor heard high on mountaintops

Mjollnir calls us all to the glory of battle

Odin be our guide and never let our steel tire

Upon the hills of warring foes

Pagan swords prevail

On battlefields where proud men fight

Pagan swords prevail

In the name of blood and conquest

Pagan swords prevail

Thru the day and thru the night

Pagan swords prevail

Hundreds of horses thundering across the glades

Racing off to war, our banners fly high in the wind

Our blades thirst for blood, for pagan steel grows ever restless

Heimdall sounds the horn, Ragnarok is now at hand

Where wars beget a tapestry

Pagan swords prevail

We proudly fight and though some fall

Pagan swords prevail

In a time when legends rise

Pagan swords prevail

With the sons of Odin on our side

Pagan swords prevail

Worshippers of Frey, wield your swords to make him proud

Hundingsbana’s wrath will fill our steel with it’s own

Let there be no mercy or forgiveness in our hearts

Across the Bifrost Bridge lies our kingdom Valhalla

Upon the hills of warring foes

Pagan swords prevail

On battlefields where proud men fight

Pagan swords prevail

In the name of blood and conquest

Pagan swords prevail

Thru the day and thru the night

Pagan swords prevail