When the crimson red skies
Bathes the horizon in a poisonous kiss
I kiss my hammer
I kiss my sword
My eyes gleam of infernal joy
In my dreams I saw them
They made me swear the oath
At the seventh of the seven mountains
The twenty first of december
The skies bathe the horizon in fire
I hold my sword before me and
I kneel before the blood on the stone
Greet me!!!
This moment was chosen at the birth
Of the Gods
A true son of Asgaard I am
My sign is the color of the night
And the blood that ran on my father's
Graves!!!
The oath is sworn the blood is given
Now I await you to pass me your forces
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