| We were the warriors of the north
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| Notorious and brave
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| We’d never lost a fight in war
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| We feared not the grave
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| The ruler of this northern court
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| My brother, lord, king
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| He always had our loyal swords
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| But we would feel his sting
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| The ageing king had no descendants
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| No heir to take his throne
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| It filled his soul with fear
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| Transcendent
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| That next in line was my first-born
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| The king’s heart grew
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| Full of dark deception
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| Full of foul conspiracy
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| This was when dark days
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| Had their inception
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| And we fell to his vile deceit
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| Robbed of arms, robbed of pride
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| But he spared our lives
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| The fear he had of Oden’s wrath
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| Held his vengeful knife
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| With hearts so cold we left our homes
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| Banished from our land
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| A life in shame, a life in grief
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| Until we rise again
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| Winters come, winters pass
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| Twenty wasted years
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| We’re ageing men, our youth is gone
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| We will shed no tears
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| Winters come and winters pass
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| Twenty years have gone
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| Like a dream we fade away
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| Into oblivion
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| We are the warriors of the north
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| Notorious and brave
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| We’re old but strong as before
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| And we don’t fear the grave
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| From the south an army rises
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| They ride under cross of gold
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| From the shades we’re called
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| In a time of crisis
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| To defend the king now weak and old
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| As the flames of warfare rage higher
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| We feel our destiny’s embrace
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| We are ageing men of an old empire
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| Now we can see Valhalla’s gates
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| We!
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| March again
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| First in line
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| To reach Valhalla’s mighty gates
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| We!
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| March again
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| March to fight
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| To reach Valhalla’s mighty
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| We!
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| March again
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| Give our lives
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| To reach Valhalla’s
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| Mighty royal gates |