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In a cold remembrance
steel thrashes its way
the holy relies ending
blood spills of a god dethroned
The last of men in cloth
toil their way into the sea
devoured by the greed of Odin
the waves run red with blood of thee
The warlord weaves his web of death
as pagans sigh their grim last breath
the bloodied red sun is his shield
as the eagle scams the battlefield
