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(aaaaahhhh) Beneath the cold
northern skies
The iron hammers start to rise
(hoh!) From frozen mountains to the sea
We carve our path to victory
Raise the shields, prepare the fire (woaaaah)
Ride the thunder, claim the crown!
We will never lay weapons
down! (yeah!)
For the halls of gold we fight Shining in the eternal light!
Through the mist we march as one
Underneath a blood-red sun
(hoh!) The spirits of the ancient past
Will guide our blades until the last (ohhhhh) (aaaaahhh)