As battle approaches
And death makes its way
Black clouds of hatred
Darken the day

Corpses as far
As the eye can perceive
Their rotting carcasses
A putrefact feast

No time to mourn the dead
Their souls are taken to another place
Follow the raven, follow the boar
Glory awaits you, the soil needs your blood

No time to mourn the dead
Our souls are taken to another place
We follow the raven, we follow the boar
Glory awaits us, the soil needs our blood

Strip yourself off the fear of death
Follow your brethren up to the gate
The deer watches from afar
Call the spirits to aid the fight

Eat the salmon, for wisdom's gold
Run through the forest with a single goal
Accept the shadows with your final breaths
The circling ravens foretold your fate

Galno

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