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When the grimson red skies

Baths the horizon in a poisonous kiss

I kiss my hammer

I kiss thy sword

My eyes glear of infernal joy

In my dreams I saw them

They made me swear the oath

At the seventh of the seven mountains

The twenty first of December

The skies bath the horizon in fire

I hold my sword before me and I

Kneel before the blood on the stone

Greet me !!!

This moment was choosen at the birth

Of the gods

A true son of Aasgard I am

And blood that ran on my fathers

Graves

The oath sworn, the blood is given

Now I await you to pass me your forces