| Alone he stands in the doorway
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| His family’s still asleep
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| Gazing at the starlit horizon
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| And the moonsparking sea
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| When dawn comes he must leave them
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| His home, his children and loved
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| For his destiny beyond those waves
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| Known only to the Norns
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| He’s already dressed ready to leave
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| His four friends are waiting by the shore
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| Each with a dragon ship
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| And one hundred men prepared for war
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| He returns to his bed kissing
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| His sleeping wife goodbye
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| And as he leaves his youngest son
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| A tear rolls from his eye
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| They set sail with the first morning rays
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| Heading for glorious wars
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| And as the five ships steer out from the bay
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| Their hearts pound like never before
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| The wind is strong, the sun is warm
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| Their dragons fly' across the waves
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| No greenfaces are seen here onboard
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| Only a crowd of braves
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| Many night pass
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| And days long as a year
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| They await the battle
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| They await without fear
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| On the morning the fifth day
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| Before the sun arose
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| They hear bells chime and see pyres
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| Torched at a nearby coast
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| «LOWER THE SAIL, GRAB YOUR OARS, NOW MEN IT’S TIME TO ACT!
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| ROW LIKE THE WIND TO THE SHORE, ROW LIKE THE WIND TO ATTACK!!!» |