Enter the sphere of hate
Where war rages uncontrolled
Where desire is motive and pain is art
A world of d**h to create and destroy
And where visions of sadistic nature appear
Pleasing...
Enter the sphere of hate
Where you are divine
Where battles are fought and won
In blind ecstasy...enter your mind
Spectre of hate, spectre of war
Full moon's chill now becomes your breath
As others fear your spectre feeds
A sweat touch of pain and again you strike
And the bowels of fools are spit upon
As the enemies rest their heads on thy spear
Armed from the lights deception
Skull-crushing and bone-breaking blows
Dedicated to the great northmen
Strike upon the enemy forces
In great numbers to march onward
To feel no pain and to k** merciless
These are the berserks, the strength of the north