Evil warrior
Fight till death
Sons of war
Kill with wrath
Born in a village
He's learned to fight
Grew up with strenght
His pleasure is to kill
Sons 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 forget his sword