| The warming sun returns again
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| And melts away the snow
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| The sea is freed from icy chains
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| Winter is letting go
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| Standing on the ocean side
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| We can hear the waves
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| Calling us out with tide
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| To sail into our fate
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| Oden! |
| Guide are ships
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| Out axes, spears and swords
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| Guide us through storms that whip
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| And in brutal war
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| Our ships await us by the shore
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| Time has come to leave
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| Our country, family and homes
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| For riches in the east
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| Some of us won’t return
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| Bur that won’t bring us down
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| Our fate is written in the web
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| Woven by the Norns
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| A ram is sacrificed
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| Across the longship’s bow |