| …In ancient times once rode across the land
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| A man unknown on a horse of untold grand
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| Adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold
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| Of whom the tales since ages unknown told…
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| …The man arrived at the shore of sea
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| And gazed onto the nightly sky
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| His ears could hear and his eyes could see
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| Two ravens dark as night passing by…
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| …In a distance far the thunder sounds
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| And lightnings reached the frozen grounds
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| His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong
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| As the day now came, awaited oh so long…
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| …Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed
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| When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day…
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| Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand
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| For a heathenish foray…
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| …Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow
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| Over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face
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| So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill
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| Like a welcome to all those who trod this place…
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| …He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his neck
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| He forced his way though he didn’t saw the path
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| But he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill
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| And the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill…
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| …His eyes could see the forrest shining bright
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| And it’s trees reflected solens golden light
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| The sound of horns then reached his ears
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| To welcome him and take away his fears…
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| …From all their lands the kings, they came
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| With their retinue of countless men
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| And the maiden in full armour sat on their horses
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| Winged, until the right began…
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| So he rested a while an recovered from his ride
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| The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light
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| And the elder ones sang tales about the past
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| Of their ancestors pride, that will forever last…
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| …As the darkness fell and gone was solens light
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| The silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride
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| Who gatheren in a mighty battle-line
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| And awaited their Gods to give the final sign… |