| I lay my blade low as a yearning sign
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| Oh, for my beloved North with its stalwart pines
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| Beheld in the east the golden shores approaches
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| The vast plains where the rivers doth shine
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| From harshest of journeys of months at sea
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| I now lay my sword down, my longing heart ashore
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| Greet me home, greet my return
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| For thee, my love, my heart shall forever burn
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| The path of life, its turns and it twists
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| For victors and lost in glory the end abide
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| The threads of fate of destined bestow
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| My path to follow as the Norns them wove
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| I outlived the night, yet to my dwelling return
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| To sacred ground worthy my flesh and bone
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| A predicted doom, a downward spiral
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| Twined with the flow of time, yet I return…
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| To where I belong…
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| To where I set my feet…
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| To where I heal my wounds…
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| To where I make my home is where I build my Throne
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| Greet me home, greet my return
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| For thee, my love, my heart shall forever burn
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| Upon my throne, gaunt and tired
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| I sweat the blood of the sword
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| By the edge of the water, weary and worn
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| My horse of the sea |