| Forces are lurking in shelter of trees
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| Silence is creeping upon you
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| Assembled are peasants with rage in their hearts
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| To fight for their right to be free
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| United we stand against royal demands
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| Death to defilers of Småland!
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| Pitchfork and crossbow aim for their prey
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| Awaiting the lethal command
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| Rose of the dawn, so withered
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| We’ll repay with bloodshed
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| One by one they fall
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| One by one they die
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| The slaughter has begun
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| Leave no man alive!
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| One battle is won, still more yet to come
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| The uprising’s growing in numbers
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| With elders and children together in line
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| Knowing there’s nowhere to run
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| Oh, may thy forest bring fortune tonight
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| Hide our souls in your darkness
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| Sound of their trumpets, they’re here once again
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| With showers of arrows we strike
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| Rose of the dawn, so withered
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| We’ll repay with bloodshed
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| One by one they fall
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| One by one they die
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| The slaughter has begun
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| Leave no man alive! |