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Waters are his herd
Wild winds are his might
Praise the mighty god
Raise your weapons high
On his streams we ride
Turn their towns to flame
Take their blood for gift
Let us see his mirth
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
Watch the splashes flying
Hear the dead souls crying
See the stallions in foam
Tease their land like hail
Till the spineless die
Send their souls to ice
Harvest bloody crop
They forgot the yew
They will get no luck
Turn their sacred place
Show them real light
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
Watch the splashes flying
Hear the dead souls crying
See the stallions in foam
At kveldi skal dag leyfa
Konu er brennd er
Mжki er reyndr er
Mey er gefin er
Нs er yfir kemr
Цl er drukkit er
Haltr rн r hrossi
Hjцr rekr handar vanr
Daufr vegr ok dugir
Blindr er betri
En brenndr sйI
N1tr manngi nбs
Lнtilla sanda
Lнtilla sжva
Lнtil eru ge guma
^vн at allir menn
Ur u-t jafnspakir
Half er цld hvar
Never end this war
Kill them rape their wifes
Saddle pallid horse
Die but not demise
So ride on the storm
Hand in hand we're close
Sky halls are our fate
Death will bring this day
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
Enter fields of Njord
Watch the splashes flying
Hear the dead souls crying
See the stallions in foam