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Gathering the horde on a mountain side Awaiting the mourning bestial sunrise Diabolic winds of hate breathe In the chasm of the realms In clouds above horizon A throne of ice watching silently With a warrior's 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 Blashyrkh A raven's claw lifted toward the sky In a sign for the Norse hordes to ride Sign for the Norse hordes to ride To ride For our enemies to die