The Bolt Thrower

He was born of the northern wind
 With a spirit of steel, destined to win
 A master of war
 A master of war that feels no pain
 That feels no pain
 Forged in the fires of Muspelheim
 His will stood the test of time
 A master of war that feels no pain
 His loyals calling out his name...
 The Bolt Thrower
 The Bolt Thrower
 A master of war
 A master of war that feels no pain
 That feels no pain
 Long was our wait this night
 As he called out White Christ to flight
 Their time is up, no more hiding in shame
 His loyals calling out his name...
 The Bolt Thrower
 The Bolt Thrower
 He was born of the northern wind
 With a spirit of steel, destined to win
 A master of war that feels no pain
 His loyals calling out his name...
 The Bolt Thrower
 The Bolt Thrower