Final Blot

The sign of eagles
Landed and thunders at the sea
Have lead us here together
Caring shining steel

The howls of thousand grey wolves
Are singing for our ears
They've followed us from the woods
Devoted to our spears

By force, by will
By fire, we'll take these hills

By swords, by steel
By iron, our lands will be free

With pride, and might
With strength, we don't afraid death

Our fists, our minds
Our eyes, trained for your exile

Seeds and blood
Milk and honey
Invoking
Is what came forward

For all those
Who are about to die
This will be
Their final blot