Gathering The Horde On A Mountainside Awaiting The Morning Bestial Sunrise Diabolic Seven Winds Of Hate Breathe In The Chasm Of The Realms In Clouds Above Horizon Grey A Throne Of Ice
Watching Silently With A Warrior Eye Winds Of Destruction Fills Our Hearts With Joy Portals To War Lay Before Us Fog In The Distance Is All I See Born Of The Blackening Sky Of Blashyrk A Ravens Claws Lifted Towards The Sky Is A Sign For The Norse Hordes To Ride A Sign For The Norse Hordes To Ride Is The Way For Our Enemies To Die.
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