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Evil warriors Fight till death Sons of war Kill with wrath Born in a village He's learned to fight Grew up with strength His pleasure is to kill Son of evil He is insane, maniac butcher He is feared, he doesn't have religion False and fools, he there is to torture Gods of the storm Infernal death The blood of victims Gushes on my hands Show me the wrath Frozen land, he was born Living among the barbarian He's forged his sword on the fire of pandemonium Blessed by hell, feared by Christians Gods of the storm Infernal death The blood of victims Gushes on my hands Show me the wrath Gods of the storm Infernal death The blood of victims Gushes on my hands Show me the wrath