| Oh, Father
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| I sit by your side
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| Last winter coloured your hair white
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| Once so strong
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| Wisdom still shines within your grey eyes
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| Night will come
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| The last journey is ahead
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| With no oars nor sail but with fire which carry you on your way
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| Oh, Father
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| I will make you proud
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| Watch me from the hall up high
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| Guide me on my journeys to come
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| Be the wind that guide my spear and my sail
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| I will keep our bloodline alive from Father to Son
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| My courage to strike when I need to strike
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| I was born to lead, like you once did
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| Gain the power of the runes
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| Oh, Father
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| I will make you proud
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| Watch me from the hall up high
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| I will give blood to the God of war
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| And Freja will shelter my young ones
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| Sacrifice to the God of thunder
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| Spare me from the wind and the rain
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| I see a great battle to come
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| It’s in my dreams at night
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| A cold winter morning
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| The disc of night still shining
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| The mist rising from the field
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| Forests of spears on the hill
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| Die in glory or prevail in glory
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| I will not be afraid this day
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| I know you’ll always watch over me
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| Oh, Father
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| I will make you proud
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| The God of war will see me
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| My sword will be held up high |