| o a strange land, land of Pohjola
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| I took my gift, I received it from the gods
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| I melted the knowledge of heaven
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| From the pieces of my heart I built a golden mill
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| I made the heavens, I delivered them
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| I gave the horn of plenty, released them
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| My king sold me to the northland queen
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| I forged and gave her a godlike machine
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| It wasn’t enough for the queen of liars
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| To the river of death I also was sent
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| I was sent
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| The field of death I furrowed
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| I turned the soil black with steaming viper blood
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| In a forest deep underground
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| I hunted a wolf and a bear from the shadow
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| I was offered death as prize for my great deeds
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| False words from the tongue of the northland queen
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| My king sold me to the northland queen
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| I forged and gave her a godlike machine
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| It wasn’t enough for the queen of liars
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| To the river of death I also was sent
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| I was sent
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| A heart turned unto me A heart turned unto me A heart turned unto me A heart turned unto me She whispered the knowledge of gods
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| She whispered the knowledge of gods
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| And gave the missing words of wisdom
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| And gave the missing words of wisdom
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| To me, a creator of heavens
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| To me, a creator of heavens
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| My king sold me to the northland queen
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| I forged and gave her a godlike machine
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| It wasn’t enough for the queen of liars
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| To the river of death I also was sent
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| I was sent
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| A heart turned unto me |