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Naked, waste landscape Vast plains lead to the seashore in the west A northern wind sweeps over dead bodies A stranger has entered the domains of the vikings Die not lying sick, dastardly coward Draw sword, fight with the war gods Wotan! We shall fight until we see Ritrost We shell fight until Heimdal flows the Gjallarhorm We shall fight for our domains We shall fight with the war gods Wotan! Die not lying sick, dastardly coward Draw sword, fight with the war gods Wotan! From Letras Mania