Blood And Spirit

Our hordes gather in the forests we strengthen our spirits in scared ritual anewing the ancient oath of blood as our father did before Through cold Nordic winds with fire and with steel with no fear inside and no mercy left to spare We are riding onwards into glorious victory or death wolfish warriors raging to strike with no remorse Blood and Spirit On the wings of death we ride blessed by the gods of war we bring forward the end of this world Their temples laid in ruins their order turned to dust fulfilling our destiny we lay waste the world of god Blood and Spirit