We shed our blood.
With the call of a battle horn.
We raise our swords.
Behind the fields of blood,
There's a haven for us.
Deep in the woods of the North,
Rises the Heathen Throne

One by one my people fell,
Under (((their))) deceptive spell.
How many sons of the
North, had to fall?
Before our eyes could see;
This isn't how it should be!

AMERICANS! WAKE UP THE EUROPEAN THAT LIVES IN YOU!

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