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Trot the ice, feel the fangs,
Sniff the air fore rotting things
We are rancid
We are strong!
We're the rulers of our home
Were we go in the winder's shadow

White bears look on
True north where te beasts of battle
Are always on the run
When you're bloodied & you ache,
not much more of you left to break,
we keep on fighting
We only take, you can't live with the pack
If you're weak
Here we go in the winter's shadow

White bears look on
True north where the
Cruel bastards rule the world's end
And if you try to challenge us on
our iceberg where nobody goes
You will join the other challengers
In death where our losers go
Now you know you've come too far
As we tear you apart in the snow
No return from the north
Sure as ice runs with blood
Slowly stalk you as our eyes
Surround you, suddenly reduce
You to bloody bones and piss
All over your skull!

Woh - Oh - Oh!
On the true north's a place
Nobody goes
Am wolf!

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