I sharpen my sword, I oil my breastplate.
Braid my beard and tar my muzzle.
The sun goes down and the sky turns red.
Blood shall be drunk. Blood shall be drunk tonight.
Night wolf I will ride to the gate of the church people.
There I will draw my sword, strike down every man.
The moon illuminates my dark land.
And Blood shall be drunk. Blood must be drunk tonight.
The sword rips open a throat,
In the snow lies another body.
Night wolf bites off a head,
The blood flows like a rapids. (x2)
(laughter)
Priest kill at my side,
night wolf I will ride
and blood will be drunk. And blood shall be drunk tonight.

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