when the grimson red skiesbaths the horizon in a poisonous kissI kiss my hammerI kiss my swordmy eyes glear of infernal joyin my dreams I saw themthey made me swear the oathat the seventh of the seven mountainsthe twenty first of decemberthe skies bath the horizon in fireI hold my sword before me and Ikneel before the blood on the stone greet me!!!this moment was chosen at the birth of the godsa true son of aasgard I ammy sign is the color of the nightand the blood that ran on my fathers graves!!!the oath is sworn the blood is givennow I await you to pass me your forces
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