| The Gods…
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| The Gods are dead
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| The whole world as we’ve come to know it is broken
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| Since the sun’s eye blinked shut and never opened
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| The lakes, plains and the oceans are frozen
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| The Gods are dead
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| Yet someone over us has spoken, saying
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| Fill up the flagons
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| Pack the wagons
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| And advance the Caravan
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| Through arid lands
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| Narrow valleys
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| Parry avalanches
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| Trudging through the snow
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| Clutching to the hope
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| That we’ll be crunching dredge to slush
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| As we deliver crushing blows
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| The drum beat threads pointed needles
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| With the noise of a big hammer
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| The saga of our paths entwined
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| Embroidered in the Banner
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| So wave your Banners high
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| Make them fan the sky
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| Though you’re just as much a mortal man as I
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| We do not plan to die
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| I am Rook
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| I do things by the book
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| Since childhood I toed the line that Iver took
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| I’ve seen vile things;
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| Grunts, rapping gruff rhymes
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| Skalflings
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| Varl Kings
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| From the Gruin Sea to Groffheim
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| Meet me at the Mead House at three bells
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| I need a Siege Archer and a Shieldbanger
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| See my renown
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| Can you hear the thunder?
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| By the Beard of Dundr
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| Gods know the Godstone’s got me crying tears of wonder
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| Night is here, and thus we must find a bed to slumber
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| I am but a Hunter
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| Liable for providing
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| For fighting fit men numbering a hundred
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| Fighting fits of hunger
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| I must guide lumbering Varl
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| Or risk lying ripped asunder
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| The drum beat threads pointed needles
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| With the noise of a big hammer
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| The saga of our paths entwined
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| Embroidered in the Banner
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| So wave your Banners high
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| Make them fan the sky
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| Though you’re just as much a mortal man as I
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| We do not plan to die
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| On the first day the Earth quakes
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| Your nerves shake
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| But your fate is certain
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| No need to let your reserve break
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| You must assert;
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| Bravery and an alert brain
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| Will serve to save you from a world of hurt
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| And will avert pain
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| Marching ever forward
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| No rest, lest we be cornered
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| Tortured then slaughtered
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| Hung, drawn and quartered
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| Bellower will see the error of his ways ever so soon
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| When we thread his dread and terror’s weft
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| Back into Mother’s loom
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| The drum beat threads pointed needles
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| With the noise of a big hammer
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| The saga of our paths entwined
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| Embroidered in the Banner
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| So wave your Banners high
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| Make them fan the sky
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| Though you’re just as much a mortal man as I
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| We do not plan to die
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| Wave your banners high
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| Make them fan the sky
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| Though you’re just as much a mortal man as I
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| We do not plan to die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Banner Saga , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming X, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп