| Time has come to wash our shame away
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| To erase the image of defeat
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| We have licked our wounds, restored our strength
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| And our vengeance will be oh so sweet
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| They thought they had us down;
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| That we’d never rise again
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| They will learn that they were deadly wrong
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| What’s owed will be repaid
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| Again we’ll feed the wolves
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| And then vengeance will be ours
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| We’ll split their skulls and spill their guts
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| Upon the frozen ground
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| Yeah, we’ll never kneel again
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| Not to deity nor men
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| Now they’ll taste our bitter hate;
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| What’s owed will be repaid
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| So raise the flag once more
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| And the eagle will be fed
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| Once again we march to war
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| For victory or death
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| They arrived with talk of Hvitekrist
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| By force they wanted us to kneel
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| With their swords held to
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| Our throats they preached
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| But we will make them pay
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| We’ll take their lives away
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| So raise!
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| Raise the flag once more
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| In the east the eagle will be fed
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| March!
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| Again we march to war
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| We will march for victory or death
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| Pain!
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| The pain and suffering
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| Is but a bleak and distant fading dream
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| Shame!
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| Our disgrace; |
| a withering thought:
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| Though finally our names will be redeemed |