| To the north, ride, ride son of wrath to the north
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| Proudly bear your father’s sword, proudly bear your crest
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| Proudly hold your head up high and stand up to the test
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| Of skill at arms and courage against despair
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| Of noble spirits bound to rise against the force of tyranny
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| «For my father, for my grandfather, for all the noble ones you’ve slain
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| I swear this oath of vengeance, and vengeance be my name
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| For all the weak enslaved and shackled by your cruel reign
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| I swear this oath of vengeance and vengeance be my name.»
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| Ride forth with hate in your heart
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| Ride to tear his kingdom apart
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| Not for glory and not out of pride
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| But for your father who so bravely died
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| And so he rode clad in furs with sword in hand
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| To the north, into the darkest land
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| Where evil reigned to make his stand
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| His honour to defend
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| To the north, ride, ride son of wrath to the north
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| Proudly bear your father’s sword, proudly bear your crest
|
| Proudly hold your head up high and stand up to the test
|
| Of skill at arms and courage against despair
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| Of noble spirits bound to rise against the force of tyranny
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| «For my father, for my grandfather, for all the noble ones you’ve slain
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| I swear this oath of vengeance, and vengeance be my name
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| For all the weak enslaved and shackled by your cruel reign
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| I swear this oath of vengeance and vengeance be my name.» |