Lyrics
He was born of the northern wind
He originated from a harsh, resilient environment.
With a spirit of steel, destined to win
With a determined attitude, destined for victory.
A master of war
An expert in warfare.
A master of war that feels no pain
A skilled warrior who is impervious to pain.
That feels no pain
Emphasizing the lack of sensitivity to pain.
Forged in the fires of Muspelheim
Forged through extreme challenges and hardships.
His will stood the test of time
His determination endured the test of time.
A master of war that feels no pain
A skilled warrior untroubled by pain.
His loyals calling out his name
His loyal followers passionately shouting his name.
The Bolt Thrower the Bolt Thrower
Referring to the Bolt Thrower, emphasizing his title.
A master of war
An expert in warfare.
A master of war that feels no pain
A skilled warrior who is impervious to pain.
That feels no pain
Emphasizing the lack of sensitivity to pain.
Long was our wait this night
Describing a lengthy anticipation for an event.
As he called out White Christ to fight
Challenging a figure representing Christianity to fight.
Their time is up, no more hiding in shame
Declaring an end to hiding in disgraceful ways.
His loyals calling out his name
His devoted followers passionately calling his name.
The Bolt Thrower the Bolt Thrower
Referring again to the Bolt Thrower, stressing his title.
He was born of the northern wind
Reiteration of his origin from a harsh, resilient environment.
With a spirit of steel, destined to win
With an unwavering determination for triumph.
A master of war that feels no pain
A skilled warrior who is impervious to pain.
His loyals calling out his name
His devoted followers passionately calling his name.
The Bolt Thrower the Bolt Thrower
Reiteration of the Bolt Thrower title, emphasizing it once more.
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