May Our Ships Set Fourth Songtext
von Panzerwar

Death does not constitute salvation
The end of your life is the end of your hindrance
We will return to the mound of our forebears
We will return to the world of our kin
Through the blackened gates we crawl
On bended knee you will obey the ancestral call Instruments of pain, underlings in mortality
The plane of the living clawing at our spirit
True release is found in the removal of the virus without
True understanding comes from within
Hail the Aesir, Hail the North
Hail the Vanir, May our ships set fourth