| Longing eyes turn into the sun
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| Low in the winter
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| Grey as a wolf now the wind has come
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| Cold as a hunter
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| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
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| Gone is the summer
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| What will keep us warm in the winter
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| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
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| Hail to the hammer, Hail to the hammer
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| Narrow eyes turn against the wind
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| Out from the ocean
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| Untill the day when we sail again
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| Life is a long pain
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| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
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| Gone is the summer
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| What will keep us warm in the winter
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| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
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| Hail to the hammer, Hail to the hammer
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| To the god of thunder
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| The god that’s protecting us all
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| All hail to the giant hunter
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| And hail to the forces of nature all
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| Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
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| Gone is the summer
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| What will keep us warm in the winter
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| Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
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| Hail to the hammer, Hail to the hammer,
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| Hail to the hammer, Hail to the hammer |