| Far away beyond the horizon,
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| above the shadows of the horses’hoofs,
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| a maiden behind a golden shield
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| in a chariot rides across the sky.
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| Two ravens are above us,
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| a long forgotten tale,
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| how it is to reach the utter hail
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| and the eyes of a Valkyrjur caress your heart…
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| When a lightning strikes with pride
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| and a thunder roars upon us,
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| when the trees will be beckoned by their dew
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| again
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| the icecold mist shows us our way…
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| Then be sure, oh thy heathenhearts,
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| our time will soon be there,
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| when the one-eyed God walks amidst us and the neighing will be deep inside of our
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| hearts…
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| One day we will tear the hearts
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| of the ones who stay against us,
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| the nine worlds are in our hands
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| since we’ve found the key of Valgrind.
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| No wolf will ever subdur us,
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| oh Freya hear my words,
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| forever I’ll be in your retinue
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| and await to sense your breath…
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| Once you will open your eyes
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| while a maiden is kneeing at your side,
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| and she will kiss you to awake
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| for you will stride the mighty rainbowbridge…
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| Two ravens are above you,
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| they will show you the final way
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| across the river and over the mountain,
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| into the ardent awaited land… |