Midgard's cold and hatred reigns Hunger and disease Fenris is set free again Chaos is unleashed The storm of death sweeps the shores Famine sweep the land Ties of kinship is no more Sons die by their father's hand Two men meet on battleground Their eyes are full of hate By sacred oaths both are bound Death will be their fate They share the blood of once proud men Yet foes they have become One fights for truth, the other for faith Perish has begun Here comes the - Bloodshed It's the age of - Bloodshed Here comes the - Bloodshed It's the age of - Bloodshed Two brothers meet in battle heat Both will die to day No victory and no defeat Death is their only way In their eyes is no remorse They make their final charge Thrusting their swords with mortal force Piercing each other's hearts Here comes the - Bloodshed It's the age of - Bloodshed Here comes the - Bloodshed Prepare for - Bloodshed
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