Sore fingers watch
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Over the fruit of the golden tree
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Who gives life to the one who
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Received its sweetness
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As the years go by, the aces may turn gray
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If not, the gift reaches Valhall on time
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View in the sky, dressed in eagle harbor
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Filled with envy over Asar's treasure
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Terrified of the passage of years
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Because the thread is spun with fixed dimensions
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View in the sky, dressed in eagle harbor
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With a plan forged of fear and resentment
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All life stands to die
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But Tjatse does not give up his hunt
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When chlorine grips Loke's neck
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With a threat of certain death
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A pact was then created there
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In betrayal of kinship gods
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So the source of youth of the giant was then stolen
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In the distance, the lives of gods fall
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View in the sky, dressed in eagle harbor
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Filled with envy over Asar's treasure
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Terrified of the passage of years
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Because the thread is spun with fixed dimensions
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View in the sky, dressed in eagle harbor
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With a plan forged of fear and resentment
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All life stands to die
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But Tjatse does not give up his hunt
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A youth among the elderly
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Who is forced to stand his ground
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Against Jotunheim he is sent
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To bring Idun back home
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A falcon on the run, an eagle on the hunt
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Towards Asgård in a hurry
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A cunning plan in flames stands
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When the giant's wings burn
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Burned and dead, a daughter mourns
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For the father she had
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She looks up at the night sky
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To see what Odin gave
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Two stars that lit up in the sky
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View in the sky, dressed in eagle harbor
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Filled with envy over Asar's treasure
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Terrified of the passage of years
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Because the thread is spun with fixed dimensions
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See in the sky, what is left
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A desire for youth became his death
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So learn from what he has done
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Our threads burn at the same rate |