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- Fenris - Wolf
- The sun now burns of Surt Grilled,
- Boiling the ocean is red as blood.
- Let us move on to the victory of eight,
- holm battlefield is no reconciliation.
- Perpetual dead man, you can buy little,
- Dough is your sword against Fenris schools.
- Son of a bitch, she cries, but become rocky
- can neither worked Hilmar pride.
- I pull up the sword, the blood vessels,
- úlfuirnn terrible sight to see.
- Intense brothers eye burns,
- shows him raging claws and teeth.
- Efficient and Tyr before apologied expensive,
- Wolf is a weapon that you do not cause.
- Splitting shouting, loud and clear,
- I bring you the tapes and links.
- you are weak and lean.
- You are a loser and a coward.
- Now I pull up in death.
- I will put up a milksop.
- You'll break and want.
- You shall bind and fix.
- 'll Never breathe again.
- Own cruelty will destroy you.
- Wolf now people attended,
- great are the risks at home.
- The rain dampened the whole world,
- rearm two adversaries.
- Sword meets black teeth
- hovering over the heads of ravens.
- Odin helps meet only men
- weak prayer dies.
- Battles mother is bound do
- bloody wolf and then'll get
- Front crawl in fees and slave
- For such use the attached pin.
- Hero put me and yet
- hand with úlfliði fixed both.
- Make sure that both gods and men,
- divine battles are now dependent.
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