| The day of vengeance cometh, the day of wrath draws nigh
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| The spirit that was broken did not die
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| A life for every taken life, a tongue for every lie
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| One eye for every tear we ever cried
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| I yearn to see the pyres, one hundred ells up high
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| Where corpses stacked doth smoke like burning rye
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| I long to hear the sound of arrows, in my dreams I see them fly
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| Like hail of judgement raining from the sky
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| I call everyone, of Fornjotr’s sons
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| To join in the march of the Kven
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| With King Nóri's wrath
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| We pave our path
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| And Kvenland shall rise again
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| Kvenland shall rise again
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| I linger and I bide my time
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| I wait and watch and hark
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| Charles' wain is the beacon in the dark
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| The Gods of Yore are watching those who bear the ancient mark
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| The bonfires are awaiting the spark
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| I call everyone, of Fornjotr’s sons
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| To join in the march of the Kven
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| With King Nóri's wrath We pave our path
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| And Kvenland shall rise again
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| Kvenland shall rise again
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| Fornjotr’s sons Stand, do not run
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| We’re facing the fate of the Kven
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| With King Nóri's wrath
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| We pave our path
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| And Kvenland shall rise again
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| Kvenland shall rise again |