As blood for wolves for riches and lust

Onward with hammers to chest

Villages burn, burn citys to dust

And for fun they tortue the rest



Cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast

An avalanche of heathnes set sail

To show to the world of which men is beast

To conquer where others would fail



Odin is working to eagerly form

A great heathen fist from the north

Pray for your life when there's signs of a storm

But praying won't help when the dragons com forth



Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce

They know not fear of pain

Women and children are swimming in tears

While the berserks are going insane



Scholared embodies by blood and the mound

The clink of sword sound death chord

Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground

Embraced by might, great northern horde



Odin, great warlord, I greed you with hail

This new god is weaker of class

Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil

And I'll kick this christ right in the ass