| Somewhere within the darkest moors
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| Between black cliffs like the devil’s teeth
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| A child was born with a warrior’s heart
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| Son of the stars, of ice and flame
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| He marches with pride in his every step
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| With an iron will and a mind sharp as a demon blade
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| But darkness builds up in his mind
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| As a cold breeze moves across the sky
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| In battle sworn to die
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| He unsheathes the blade with fire in his eyes
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| Warrior soul blazes through the land of frost and snow
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| His pagan heart and flesh built to endure the cold
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| Warrior soul to the death against all foes he fights
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| He’s born under the northern lights
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| Deep within the shadows of the woods
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| Among the beasts that dwell in the darkness
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| A child was born —
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| A daughter of the night and the rising moon
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| She runs like the wind
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| And in her heart she carries the secret powers of the elders
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| But darkness builds up in her mind
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| As a cold breeze moves across the sky
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| In battle sworn to die
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| She unsheathes the blade with fire in her eyes
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| Warrior soul blazes through the land of frost and snow
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| Her pagan heart and flesh built to endure the cold
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| Warrior soul to the death against all foes she fights
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| She’s born under the northern lights
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| In the dark we must find our own way
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| Though we know the winding path leads to the grave
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| Still battles left to fight
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| We must keep our pride until the end of time
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| Warrior souls blazing through the land of frost and snow
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| Our pagan hearts and flesh built to endure the cold
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| Warrior souls unto the death against all foes we fight
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| We’re born under the northern lights |