| I remember the day when the winter came back in 1969
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| With hearts made of stone, they paved a solid one way to glory
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| The roar from the north shook the universe
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| Right out of its solitude
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| The sign of the times, they said
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| As we praised the birth of our story
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| The power inside, our source of creation
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| Far beyond the sun they hear our singing swords
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| Sweden rock
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| (We make) Sweden rock
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| Bringing the hammer down
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| Three are the crowns in our banner
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| They were breaking the chains long before the storm
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| Play Judas to get along
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| The traitors and renegades smoldered the soil of our fathers
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| Now lay down your guns, raise the hammers high
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| Together we are one
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| A true life worth fighting for 'cause this ain’t no dying illusion
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| A call from the grave where flames are eternal
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| In the land of fog and mist we carry on
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| Sweden rock
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| (We make) Sweden rock
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| Bringing the hammer down
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| Three are the crowns in our banner
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| (We make) Sweden rock
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| (We make) Sweden rock
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| Sons of the northern light
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| Forever let your strings cry out
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| Sweden rock
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| (We make) Sweden rock
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| Bringing the hammer down
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| Three are the crowns in our banner
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| (We make) Sweden rock
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| (We make) Sweden rock
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| Sons of the northern light
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| Forever let your strings cry out
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| We make Sweden rock |