Hear what's written on the wind.
We come to kill and kill again.
Our arrows fall like hail
Trample on the dead
Ride through the Gate of clouds
stand on the open step

Run berserk-spreading fear and pain
Black shield and weapons, black our chain.
None can harm us-not their fire-
Iron or steel-for we have the
Will to power-with power we will
Kill

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Kill with power-die die

To the war god Odin you will pray
And the curse of weapons shall remain.
On the blood of all our
Fathers-on their weapons we now
Swear to evenge - not lament.
Give the False ones death.

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Kill with power-die die