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