Now we are gathered once more,
We invoke the gods of war.
The ancient ones have spoken,
Beneath the ice-blue moon.
The fires shall burn bright, when the gods of old appear.
The circle is complete, when the gods of our race are here.
Advancing under darkness to the end,
We shall preserve our kind for all time,
With the ancient ones at the fore,
We shall become the gods of war!
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