| Run for your lives, death has arrived
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| Try save your soul, run from the sound of rowing oars
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| Out of the mist
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| Breaks a dragon ship
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| Even more feared
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| Than the nail-ship «Naglfar»
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| A bear-coated man stands in the bow
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| Cold-eyed he gazes towards the shoer
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| The dragon’s head is grim and red
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| All covered with blood, a gift to the mighty Gods
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| Warshields are raised, the Gods are praised
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| The people stare paralyzed with fear
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| The legend tells of a man that fell
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| From grace of his baptised king
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| As a banished mn he fled his land
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| But solemnly sworn to return with holy war
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| But noone knows how the legend goes
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| 'Cause noones survived
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| That’s gazed into his eyes
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| 'Cause noone’s returned that’s met his fire
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| They say wolf-skinned men follow him
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| Berserks whose eyes burn with flames of ice
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| Some say mighty Thor
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| Guides their blades in war
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| They say they cannot be killed
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| Nor can their blood be spilled
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| So run for your lives
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| Death has arrived
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| The legend has come
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| To take the lives of the deceitful ones
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| Run for your lives
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| The death ship’s arrived
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| There’s no way you’ll live
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| To tell of meeting his fire |