| My days are numbered: soon I have to leave
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| The Norns have stretched my living thread
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| The notion of my demise won’t leave me be
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| Why cannot death just set me free!
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| I’ve lived a life of prosperity
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| But I’m not as young as I used to be
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| Down the road waits misery
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| Why cannot death just set me free!
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| Countless armies have I attacked
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| Not once have I backed down
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| And though I’ve spilled a lot of blood
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| I never once received a mortal wound
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| I’ve raided shores in many lands
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| I cannot count the men I’ve killed
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| So many friends died with sword in hand
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| But the warrior’s death was never granted me
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| I dress myself in battle clothes
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| Alone I make the final ride
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| My sight is blurred, by whipping snow
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| I seek to end my life
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| I want to walk across the Rainbow Bridge
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| And see my fathers in the golden hall
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| They beckon me to join their feast
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| In my dreams I hear their call |