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Adorned Brood

Our honour our pride belongs to you our swords will kill for you All who stand against us are standing against you escort us on our way To win this battle

They raise their fists into the sky Many didn't suffice to bring the death to some of them They prayed to gods they died with pride Some of them sufficed

Der Morgen bricht herein und scheint durch den Nebel so matt. Stille herrscht uber die ruhenden Krieger. Aus einem Hinterhalt, schelmig lachend, durch

Sie schuf er, sie schnitt er, sie ersann Siegvater durch den Trank, der getropft war aus Heiddraupnirs Haupt und aus Hoddrofnirs Horn Sie schuf er, sie

This light that I see deep inside, songs from Walhalla they come Spiritual weaponry I'm tired, the end is close, one more night and my live is done Spiritual

The moon lets proudly glisten the warpaint and spikes the knights they stand over there watching in the dark are fearless while they think That could

Ich wei?, da? ich hing am windigen Baum neun Nachte lang mit dem Ger verwundet geweiht dem Odin ich selbst mir selbst, an jenem Baum da jedem... ...

Oh Heimdall, my shield in the baygone fight be thanked for your aid last night. Were you not there against wrathful foe would the life out of my body

Salida snel wigand gikoran kuning hiltia. The king of agony and fear, he is the eldest of all kings. He takes the weak and bows to the strong his mercyless