Heathen warcryI summon the strength of the godswarcry!my soul is free to become possessedand new reward shall be givenas we rideunder the...black mooncold moonfull moonI grant you my sacrificeas my enemies fall as a harvestby the sound of my..warcry!thundering hooves breaks the groundwarcry!firstblood is drawna scent in the windto be aroused by death is no sinthe savage rage in our eyesas our enemies diescattered destruction, the chant of the hordethe Goddess of death gides my swordmidwinter moon, pale light shinethis baptism of bloodis all but mine
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