| «Now it’s time for us — to retailate
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| Destruction shall prevail — a roaring battle
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| Vanaheim has to burn — a feast for the fire
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| It shall never rise — from the ashes
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| Burn…»
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| Words of tempation, foul and malicious
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| Spoken with hatred, by a wicked witch
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| Death and destruction, are her dreadful heir
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| Now gather the seed, Gullveig brought to you
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| «And Burn… Vanaheim burn… Burn… Vanaheim burn!»
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| «Oh, warriors of Asgaard — your punishment we fear
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| Please spare our lovely Vanaheimr — and go away from here»
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| «Betrayers of the à sir race — Revenge is what we want
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| I’ll plunder your sweet Vanaheim — I’ll burn it to the ground |