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Úlfhéðnar
They came enforcing their one god,
Murdering those who resist the change.
The time for retribution is at hand,
The Úlfhéðnar enter battle once again.

With spear in hand we ride into the night,
We began decimating the enemy lines.
Our eyes redden with anger as we strike,
For Odin my blood will flow for victory!

"Forgiveness is only for the weak dogs!",
I call out in vain to their bastard god.
The lines of warriors break as we clash,
As the infidels fall to the ground and die.

I drank blood of the wolf,
Fury of bärsärkar-gång!
The warriors pile before me,
become lifeless bodies once again!

"May the All-Father rule forever more,
Let Tyr bring me victory, decimate enemies!"
I scream at the top of my lungs into battle,
Ripping and tearing their throats one by one!

My axe strikes true and hard never missing,
Swiftly the heads roll away onto the snow.
For my brothers I will fight true and hard,
For these deeds The Einherjar I shall truly join!

Out numbered we must face the facts,
We may die this very day, but Valhalla calls!
These bastard sons of christ, to Hel they go,
No pain felt in my flesh, bärsärkar-gång I am!

As I die, laughing at their saviour,
No hope for these weaklings!
pelt of wolves transforms us,
Úlfhéðinn I am forever more!

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