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
Killing is what he wants to
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
On the frozen lands
He is born
Living among the barbarian
Violence is his business
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