| many long nights of the cold moon has passed
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| sheltered from the white with burning fires inside
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| dawn has come to the shore of the north
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| the ice is breaking and black the sea
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| speaks to me in its ancient tongue
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| the ocean the blood of Ymer
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| the disc of fire have returned to rule
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| the wind fills my quench for hope
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| blood must be given to the God of thunder
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| to guide us and help us to prevail
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| the battle against heavy rain to cross the giants blood.
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| setting sails on the ship of oaks
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| guided by the lights in the sky so black
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| the fire in my heart shall never extinguish and become dust
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| the shield line must hold
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| a chain of shields unbroken
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| swords shall swing
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| with the Gods on our side
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| Tor give me the strength to strike all down
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| bronze horns will sound over the hills
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| the sound of fear for all those who knows
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| the men of the north is coming
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| Oden invite me to your hall if I die |