As blood for wolves for riches and lust   Onward with hammers to chest   Villages burn, burn citys to dust   And for fun they tortue the rest      Cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast   An avalanche of heathnes set sail   To show to the world of which men is beast   To conquer where others would fail      Odin is working to eagerly form   A great heathen fist from the north   Pray for your life when there's signs of a storm   But praying won't help when the dragons com forth      Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce   They know not fear of pain   Women and children are swimming in tears   While the berserks are going insane      Scholared embodies by blood and the mound   The clink of sword sound death chord   Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground   Embraced by might, great northern horde      Odin, great warlord, I greed you with hail   This new god is weaker of class   Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil   And I'll kick this christ right in the ass