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Time!
Has come to wash our shame away,
To erase the image of defeat.
We!
Have licked our wounds, restored our strength
And our vengeance will be oh so sweet.

They thought they had us down;
That we'd never rise again.
They will learn that they were deadly wrong,
What's owed will be repaid.

Again we'll feed the wolves
And then vengeance will be ours.
We'll split their skulls and spill their guts
Upon the frozen ground.

Yeah, we'll never kneel again,
Not to deity nor men.
Now they'll taste our bitter hate;
What's owed will be repaid.

So raise the flag once more
And the eagle will be fed.
Once again we march to war
For victory or death.

They arrived with talk of Hvitekrist,
By force they wanted us to kneel.
With their swords held to
Our throats they preached.
But we will make them pay,
We'll take their lives away.

So raise!
Raise the flag once more
In the east the eagle will be fed.
MARCH!
Again we march to war.
We will march for victory or death.

Pain!
The pain and suffering
Is but a bleak and distant fading dream.
Shame!
Our disgrace; a withering thought:
Though finally our names will be redeemed.