With swords held high We march into battlefield With the gods on our side Our steel shall break through their shields And then when they die, we will feed On their eyes and the souls that we need To become the strongest there is We will fight 'till Wendigo is fed Like a beast, he is lurking Hungry for flesh Once he was human But now he is death We have to feed the belly of sin To conquer the wold With the strenght to win In a band of blood We will fight for eternity In the hall of the gods We will live in prosperity And then when our foes have been killed We will feed until hunger is filled To become the strongest there is We will fight 'till Wendigo is fed Torn by my sword, the enemy is weak He lies by my feet, like a creep I feed on his eyes, and I feed on his heart And all that is he, becomes me In the grace of my gods I will drink of their blood And become all that they were I will feel what they felt I will see what they saw When I eat of the souls that is mine