| I feel a chill in my heart
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| Like lingering winter cold
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| I and my son are torn apart
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| He was just 6 winters old
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| My first-born was he
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| And the last of my kin
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| The last one to carry my name
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| Death smiled at him it’s deadly grin
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| There is no one for me to blame
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| The fate of Norns await us all
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| There is no way to escape
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| The day to answer Oden’s call
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| Or walk through hel’s gate
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| I carry him to my ship
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| He seems to be asleep
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| But the deep blue colour of his lips
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| Is enough to make me weep
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| No man should have to bury his child
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| Yet this has been my share
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| The tears i shed run bitter and wild
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| It’s a heavy burden to bear
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| His body feels so light in my arms
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| His skin is pale as snow
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| Yet his weight feels heavy in my heart
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| As my sadness continues to grow
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| Allfather!
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| What fate has been given me?
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| Why must I suffer?
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| Why must I feel this pain?
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| Allfather!
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| Life has lost it’s meaning to me
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| I think I’m going insane!
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| I lay him down on a pyre
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| A burial worthy of a king
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| And as I lie down by his side
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| I hear the weaving norns sing
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| The fate of Norns await us all
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| There is no way to escape
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| The day to answer Oden’s call
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| Or walk through hel’s gate
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| The fate of Norns await us all
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| I know this to be true
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| It’s time to answer Odens’s call
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| My son, he calls for me and you |