| Rain and thunder, fire and wind
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| Come with me, I leave with the tide
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| I wrap my cloak closer 'round my shoulders
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| To keep me warm from the raging storm
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| The spirits are here to guide my journey
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| Over the edge of the world
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| A thousand wounds cry in my soul
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| Love and pain, a bleeding heart
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| Where the runes still speak
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| I 'm coming home
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| Where the runes still speak
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| Alone I stand on this stony coast
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| Winds of spring whisper through the trees
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| The grey horizon gives me life again
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| Tee, and stone, the voices of the gods
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| No woman can show me where the fire burns
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| No preacher can tell me who I am My blood is calling me from Asaland
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| I’m on my way home in the end
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| A homeward son will claim his heritage
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| Walk the soil of this earth
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| The pen will be his mighty sword
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| And the truth his defence
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| I’ve travelled roads that lead to wonder
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| I’ve seen cities rise and fall
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| The burden, the cross of a pilgrim
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| I bear no more, the son is coming home
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| You closed the door, but I won’t give
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| Somewhere my new life will begin
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| Countless treasures I shared with you
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| The only one left is my solitude |