nooooooooooobeeee

As blood for wolves for riches and lust
Onward with hammers to chest
Villages burn, burn citys to dust
And for fun they torture the rest

Cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast
An avalanche of heathens set sail
To show the world which men is best
To conquer where others would fail

Roaming the bow,the berserks,the fierce
They know not fear of pain
Women and children are swimming in tears
While the berserks are going insane

Scholared embodies by blood and the mound
The clink of sword sound death chord
Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground
Embraced by might, great northern horde

Odin, great warlord, I greet you with hail
This new god is weaker of class
Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil
And I'll kick this christ right in the ass