| A first weary glance at a ruby horizon
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| The last glittering stars now passing from view
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| The last dream is fading, the daybreack has come
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| For this morn, now dawning, might be the last
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| Runes shall ye know on untrodden ways
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| Know how to scratch know how to grasp
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| Few only know that othin obtained
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| Runes shall ye know on untrodden ways
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| Know how to round and how to attain
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| Few only know whom freya will chose
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| Ere forenoon came closer that very last day
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| The sun riding high on a watchet cloudless sky
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| I left all behind me to follow the path
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| Untrodden for ages by none but the gods
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| Runes shall ye know on untrodden ways
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| Know how to scratch know how to grasp
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| Few only know what othin obtained
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| Runes shall ye know on untrodden ways
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| Know how to round and how to attain
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| Few only know whom freya will chose
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| The bridge lies ahead know, shining and clear
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| Bright and golden, the lowlands behind
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| For i am to walk on the untrodden path
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| To follow the soundings, to never return
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| Runes shall ye know on untrodden ways
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| Know how to throw, know how to read
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| Few only know how to open the gate |