| Korpen blickar över morgonens hav
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| Fäller sina vingar ut
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| Låter vinden fylla hans själ
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| Torkar den kalla nattan väck
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| Delling i öst, stjärnor i väst…
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| Korpen lyfter mot gryningens port
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| Sveper över skogarnas djup
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| Blickar ned mot midgårds mark
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| Ty gryning är människans hopp
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| Se dagen i öst, natten i väst
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| Se Skinfaxes man, i himmelens djup…
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| Gryningens ljus, flammande hav
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| Silverne väv, ty Delling kommer med hopp…
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| The raven gazes upon the sea of morning
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| Unfolding his wings. |
| He lets the wind fill
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| His soul, dry out the humid night
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| Dawn in the east, stars in the west…
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| The raven takes off towards the gate of dawn
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| Sweeps over the depths of the forests
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| Gazes down on the ground of Midgard
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| For the dawn is the hope of mankind
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| See the day in the east, the night in the west
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| See the mane of Skinfaxe, in the depth of heaven…
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| The light of dawn, flaming sea, web of silver, for
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| Dawn comes bringing hope… |