| I follow close to Father
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| But feel so far behind
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| How often do I ponder
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| What secrets he may hide
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| I carry mother’s ashes
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| Why can’t she see me now
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| My divine rite of passage
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| Time to make my father proud
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| A washed-up god of war
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| Upon this shore a little farther north
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| Woke up to another thunderstorm
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| But this one came knocking on the door
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| His heart grows heavy and his arms are sore
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| Gotta be the guilt for all he’s done before
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| So he, cut the cords and dropped the swords
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| And then the ghost of Sparta was reborn
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| But he’s haunted by the past
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| With his ashes skin all scarred and worn
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| He’s already buried family once
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| He can barely even bear the thought of more
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| Cuz the cost of life is one you cannot afford
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| With a son you’re become a role model for
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| After all he taught him? |
| He doesn’t want him
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| To take up his father’s sword
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| Force himself to ignore the past
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| Back when revenge was all he swore
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| But he will defend his only son
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| If he’s gotta make a sacred god a corpse
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| Better brush up on Nordic monster lore
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| Slaughter trolls, ogres and Draugr lords
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| If you need a weapon
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| Then make a friend with a Dwarf who’s got a forge
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| When his legend is etched in history
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| Henceforth it’s all in Norse
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| He’s still got a lot of strength
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| But his Spartan rage is not the source
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| Nor does he draw his power
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| As the former god of war
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| His is stronger for his progeny
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| That’s what my father’s for
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| Father’s a fighter, but he tries to hide his scars
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| I’ll light the fire, melt the ice over his heart
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| I know he still has hope in the life he planned for me
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| But as I grow older, father’s all I want to be
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| When I cross the Bifrost
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| I’m all fired up to ice gods
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| Heimdall, get out the warning, Gjallarhorn
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| To all nine realms — I can fight odds
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| My father and I, much father we’ll climb
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| Until we are standing Atop Jotunheim
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| And if you think we’ve peaked
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| We will leave our mark in the sky
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| Yo, the road to Ragnarok
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| Fact — that’s the path they’re on
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| Take a blast of dragon breath
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| Wipe off the ash and laugh it off
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| Got a head upon your neck?
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| I got the knack to hack it off
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| Take the knowledge from it
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| Use it all to bring my wrath to gods
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| I’m walking taller than giants
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| They oughta call me Goliath
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| I’ll face a god in defiance
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| And strike 'em harder than lightnin'
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| It’s in my blood, when I’m fightin'
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| Feels like I’m conquering titans
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| Just like my father’s done
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| I wanna be like him
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| Sorry Valhalla it’s time
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| The heavens fall from the sky
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| I read a rune, it said that you would all die
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| Because I know my mythology
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| And no prophecies lie
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| I’ll become stronger than Father
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| And that’s a promise of mine
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| Father’s a fighter, but he tries to hide his scars
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| I’ll light the fire, melt the ice over his heart
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| I know he still has hope in the life he planned for me
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| But as I grow older, father’s all I want to be
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| Unearth the serpent
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| Circling the world beneath the sea
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| And learn his ancient language
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| Secrets he will speak to me
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| Break the ouroboros
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| Now embrace divinity
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| Feel the feeble grip of mortal limits
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| Now releasing me
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| Wind and snow won’t hold us
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| This blistering cold given focus
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| Me and dad will take an axe to Asgard
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| After we both overthrow Odin
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| Go tell Thor better stay at home if
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| He doesn’t want Mjollnir to get broken
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| Consider this a foreboding omen
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| Because Olympus fell before them
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| I walk alongside Father
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| My troubles far behind
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| We hold up one another
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| The stronger gods combined
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| Father’s a fighter, but he tries to hide his scars
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| I’ll light the fire, melt the ice over his heart
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| I know he still has hope in the life he planned for me
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| But as I grow older, father’s all I want to be |