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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