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
gathered are they, the wolves from the north and the tribes of the underworld hordes heathen men from pagan wastelands joined with them have they the
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Ravenous hordes ride the sorrowful dawn Purge through pillage inferno unleashed Blasting steel barbarian spawn Riding to avenge out of the hills Storms
can see Far Yonder in the Shade of the Walls was happening Milleniums ago So whatever lies Beyond the Gate It lies in the Past Oh, We are the Hordes
Dead like a priest hung from a tree Ropes drawn about his armpits Crows have picked his eyes away Flesh is scarred and ripped to shreds The crucifix
Above the great battle fly Chaos and fire to deafening sounds Nearing from the other side Last march for the battling hordes Annihilation on the rise Hordes
to the world of men Post-mortal multitude that flocks to human flesh Here come the hordes Here come the hordes Walking dead With suppurating wounds
Feasting till dawn then disappear out of sight The gates of thy kingdom will open Enter the realms of chaos Follow the hordes of lucifer Sinister fields
our feelings Now we are the same We come with nocturnal wind and red, bloody fog Black banners with effigy of him Red flags-hues of hell Hordes of cruelty
Gathered are they, the wolves From the north and the tribes of The underworld hordes Heathen them From pagan wastelands Joined with them have they The
sheep While flags are waving everywhere They scream Hordes of chaos Hordes of chaos Everyone against everyone - chaos Hordes of chaos Hordes of chaos
raped all angels of the good society No one could save the christians from the they are dead meet in satans veins they are the black hordes at the hunt
uprising hordes pilgrimage force praise the unlord until the dawn decapitate their god summon their wives to rot children are slaves of hell uprising hordes
at the fiery command Above the great battle fly Chaos and fire to deafening sounds Nearting from the other side Last march for the battling hordes Annihilation
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.