| Solitary houses by the fjord
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| Rain is drifting in small water chains
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| Silent voices talking behind walls
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| Fire burning keeps us warm
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| Will they come my way?
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| Will this change my fate?
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| Do they ask for friendship?
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| Do they speak my language?
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| Will they come my way?
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| The new sound arises from their base
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| And now it’s rowing from the south
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| Stay and swim back and forth
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| Skraelings are in search for the shore
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| Will they come my way?
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| Will this change my fate?
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| Do they ask for friendship?
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| Do they speak my language?
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| Will they come my way?
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| Usher men
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| In the boats
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| Holding spears
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| Getting close
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| Swear struck, Ha!
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| Getting low, Ha!
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| I don’t know
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| Lower the swords
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| Will they come my way?
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| Will this change my fate?
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| Do they ask for friendship?
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| Do they speak my language?
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| Will they come my way? |