An old spirit flows throughout us
Leading us through the depths of abyss
Driven by the unseen forces of the first old
Our Wills illuminated by our souls forged in fire
Our fury unmatched, we the descendants of the old
That Scythe of Death comes fast, but we will last
Imprinted on the mind of the earth
A trail blazed from the past into the future
Forever surviving the ages of time
Dedicated to what we do
We the Real, loyal and true
Soldiers of the Third
From breath and blood till bone
Enduring the road
Grind to the bone
Thousands of miles to go
Far away but home
Persevering only we know why
That fight is what we fucking live by
Only the true and select few who know
To the dark and stormy mountains we go

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