| «Cattle are dying
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| The family dies
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| Likewise, you die yourself;
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| But the name
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| He will never die
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| Well, who's got a good one
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| The cattle are dying
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| The family dies
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| Likewise, you die yourself;
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| I know one
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| What doesn't die:
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| Mana's past reputation. |
| «(Hvaml)
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| Already the last chapter gets
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| His death faced the lep in his place
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| The brothers raise the cup
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| Drunk in the name of the deceased
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| A beautiful ship to carry makes a man fall apart
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| Descend to the other side it guards the beach
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| The traveler gets the weapons, jewelry, riches with him
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| Below the large rovion flags his grave
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| (And look! Can another be so glorious
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| Like reaching out for quiet flames towards thti.)
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| To death we go;
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| The gods have chosen the principles
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| In the arms of our brethren we lay waves;
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| J goodbye, we will always remember you
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| Glory cannot be trodden by the sword;
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| The gods have named the heroes
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| We surrender our brother Tuonen to the Lord;
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| So goodbye - until we meet again
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| «Cattle die
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| Kinsmen die
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| Likewise you will die;
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| But the name
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| Will never die
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| Of one who has done well
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| Cattle die
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| Kinsmen die
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| Likewise you will die;
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| One I know
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| That never dies:
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| The fame of each one dead. |
| «(Hvaml)
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| And so the last chapter is at hand
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| Who faced his death now rests on his place
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| His Brothers raise a chalice of mead
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| And drink it empty in the name of the late
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| A craft so beautiful now may carry a peaceful man
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| On the shore it awaits release into what lies beyond
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| Weapons, jewels, riches the traveler is armed with
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| Underneath a vast pyre his grave will soon be sailing
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| (And behold! Can there be another sight so grand
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| Than of silent flames reaching out for the stars.)
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| Towards death we all are lead;
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| The Gods have chosen those to live
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| Our brother we lay on the lap of the waves;
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| Fare ye well, you stay in our hearts
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| Honor no Sword can tame;
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| The Gods have recited the heroic names
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| Our brother we yield to the father of the dead;
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| Fare ye well - until we meet again |