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The sun rises on this ice cold morning
Clouds fill the sky with darkness
Battle cries are forging
Our troops are marching relentless

We are ready to meet our foe on field
The Irish warriors have gathered
They are not about to yield
But with our weapons they'll be battered

Raise your war-cry
we are the dogs of war
this is where they die
and Odin will call for more

we face them against all odds
he who runs, runs not only away from honor
but he runs from the gods
From the hall of the Einherjar

I am the one to lead
The devastating attack
The first one to bleed
The enemy's bones will crack

I raise my spear
The fury is born
Our purpose is clear
And I blow the battle horn

Raise your war-cry
we are the dogs of war
this is where they die
and Odin will call for more

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