| Fates now faded from a twilight time
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| When heathen hearts whitened and waned
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| Told in tongues in riddles and in rhymes
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| Treading in times when runes did reign
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| Winds do whisper of fame and fortune
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| The stone is standing for pagan pride
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| For bonds of blood the widow wept
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| Her kindred kept her tears in tide
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| During the sacred tunes
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| There is steel to the stone
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| Raised in the age of runes
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| Oh memorial throne
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| Grand the granite carved and cut
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| The mourner’s monument of stone by steel
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| In sinuous serpents from a mason’s mind
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| The fortunate find what the runes reveal
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| Read the red and taste the tales
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| Hearken the hammers beating blows
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| Solemnly singing from the yesteryears
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| Of tales and tears and a widow’s woe |