| Winds are calling me
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| The cold breeze of death
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| From the dividing stream
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| The clarity of what lies ahead
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| Your fortune will never change
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| Is what blind weaklings say
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| But I will not rest before the day
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| Every peasant is crowned as his own king
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| I will never kneel
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| Before your false beliefs
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| By my heathen blood
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| I will not give up
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| Minä rinnassa kannan sydänyön mustaa kipinää
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| Minä anteeksi annan ja unohdan, en ikinä
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| Tätä kaunaa, vainoa, kuollutta painoa, en ik inä
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| Minö anteeksi anna ja unohda, en ik inä
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| En ik inä…
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| My love, where have you gone?
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| So cold, what have they done?
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| I can’t see you, the world drowns in tears
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| I will forgive you, become the righteous hate and never forget
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| All is lost now, what once was a dream
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| (Will never be seen)
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| Spill their blood, revenge for both of us
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| And for all that will never be…
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| I will never kneel
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| Before your false beliefs
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| By my heathen blood
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| I will not give up! |