Throwing curse on you

Take away circuits from dogs
Felt a smell of war
Berserkers aspire to fight
At the sight of the full moon
The crude ground on fire
And glorious will by my way
Fire come - to me
I want your force to inhale
I believe in my ancestors
Which were killed by you
The damned rack of liars
Leaders of christian war
Just the moon will rise
Fire will show a way
My hand will not tremble
Your temples to turn
Wolf's howl and the raven's cry shine warriors
The hated crowd fire is burning out
Drops of blood on lips - fight will come soon
The damned tribe will exterminate imperious Thor's hammer
Vainly you are shaking
Rescuing your soul
Peals of new war
Will find your souls in paradise
Behind your back stands
Not the god, but the world Snake
The deeds in glory of the Christ
Will be interrupted by shout: "KILL!!!"