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The madness of the battle at the black rocks
Your face is terrible, like a grin of darkness.
The fever of battle intoxicates the blood
One in a hundred you are torn again.

A ferocious onslaught, blind rage.
The silent cry of the victim, forget about pity.
Your roar is fierce in the dark of battle
Sheep weakness - forget about it.

Break the enemy's throats with your teeth
Get drunk on blood, forget about meekness
In a cruel gaze, the radiance of steel,
Both happiness and courage stood up to each other.

No need to regret life now,
After all, life is like a feat, and death is a reward.
One is waiting for you for a feast in Valhalla,
And the Valkyries are waiting in the heavenly halls.

You will see the friends of the dead there,
And with them you will overturn the cup again,
And you will remember the past battles with them,
And remember the time when you were alive.

The madness of the battle at the black rocks
Your face is terrible, like a grin of darkness.
The fever of battle intoxicates the blood
One in a hundred you are torn again.