Heathen Fist: Old Spirits (Strong spirits and merciless attitude)


Go!

Together we walk
This trail that has
Taken so much
Blood and sweat

Armed!
With gauntlets of iron
Drink!
And strong spirits of old
We race forward
And face the cold
Always to the end
So bold

We march to the place
Of invocation
We raise our hands in the air
And devour, devour!

Possessed!
Our wits and hands
Drink!
Strike ever so true
Empowered
We become
Invincible

Armed!
With gauntlets of iron
Drink!
By strong spirits of old
Invincible
We race forward
Always to the end