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No one would mistake the Northlander for an angel

Life is cruel, the harsh lands which reserve old secrets

Like the North, the Pagan gods are remorseless

In the way, that christians declare Satan is evil

Bribe the soil with rituals and blood

Hail the hearts of ancient gods

The Circle of Pain

That marks life on this earth

The Circle of glory

Has begun to spin faster and faster

The war as a remembrance of those

Who marked the paths, upon which we now walk

The union of this is not attended with any danger

But with force of desire and passion, time