«I remember how I looked out the window that night
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The sea was calm, and the stars in the sky were covered in a thin, gauze-like mist
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The beach was quieter than ever, but I couldn't sleep
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I watched the birds tremble in their branches;
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I wondered why they were so restless, as if they were waiting for something
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Later I realized that death had whispered to them, just as it would
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whispered to us too if we knew its language.»
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«While the morning was still lingering, they arrived
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Six long and narrow
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A beautifully decorated ship was silhouetted in the fog less than a mile away from that window
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Where I watched them from
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I watched as one after another the armed men waded ashore and
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kindled fire in their torches;
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And they were silent at first, as silent as the shore
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I put out the candle by my window, hoping the men hadn't noticed
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me, and I fled."
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Arms out! |
Bring out the torches! |
Now go and destroy! |
Burn everything!
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Pity is not earned, every inhabitant is dying!
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You left your home to take revenge, do it and fulfill your destiny!
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You wanted blood, now smear yourselves with it!
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The sea mirrors the high flames, the dragons rest proudly in the middle of it all
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Watching the destruction, following the killer's ax and sword
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Someone runs away, rips the arrow from his back. |
So many bloodsuckers drown
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The sea mirrors the high flames, the sun is covered in the black spirit of the fire
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So rises… a firestorm!
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Spitting black blood!
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The sky is painting… a firestorm!
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The flame is skinning the ground!
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«It was a revenge spree, although I didn't know it at the time
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The men were from that same village, far away on the other side of the sea
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Which we had attacked a year earlier…
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And I remember how one of them was then left to trade
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with us;
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A renegade who did not want to return to his own
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And we bought from him the keys to destroy his people."
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Plunder! |
Rape!
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Morning dawns far away
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The men with their swords already behind the roads
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You can't see a person here
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There is a village without protection, no one knows it
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The rapid crackle of the attack sends, already one house after another is burning
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The day is short for many. |
Everyone remembers what will be said later
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When he arrived, when he watched the roofs burn, saw loved ones fall
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Not counting guns. |
By the mouth of the dying, where they came from
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«They didn't have many survivors
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However, they had the will to fight, and new swords could always be forged
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During the winter and spring they built six of the most magnificent ships I have ever seen
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And they gathered men from all the neighboring villages suitable for them
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Thirty strong northerners each
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Their ships were not afraid of the sea, and the men themselves were not afraid of anything.»
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That's how the men are sent on their way
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And the crowd on the beach is waiting, maybe scared
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Shout far already hurry, now row!
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So full of danger, the young people take their time
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Until a storm rises out of nowhere at the mouth of the strait
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Effortlessly rips even a strong deck into the waves
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At the bottom wind, Orm is already furiously shouting
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You will not capsize this ship! |
Men grab the ropes!
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«Maybe it was one of their gods
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Which made the furious wind that tormented the coast all summer finally subside
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None of us guessed what destruction would befall us because of it;
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I just remember someone cursing how the cattle have to be rounded up because of the fog
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back to the paddock
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But the birds knew, and they kept quiet, and listened."
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Not a quiet beach like that
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Look at the sea, feel the weight of the water
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What hate it carries
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There is a peace in those green meadows like death
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The movement stops. |
Usva lies pregnant in the fields
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Soon the day will be dark. |
No sea view
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Someone is still running their shop at the market
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I guess some of them stayed at home in the morning
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Somewhere a sheep like a monkey eats its hay
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Beside the shepherd hungry and restless
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Dense fog does not hinder anyone's journey
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No one knows what the sea will bring
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«That night when I lit a candle at my window...
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It didn't betray me, although I think it should have
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I remember watching one torch after another being lit, but the men themselves
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were waiting for something;
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And they talked
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I ran to the nearby hills without waking anyone |
And I hoped they would wake up on their own and know how to escape
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It wasn't those men who came to get me, nor any of the ones who soon
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would get killed."
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Frenzy shines from the eyes, meets fear
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And house after house burns
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The bearer of the cross now has blood on his mantle
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If there is gold to be found, it will be taken
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Plunder! |
Burn! |
Kill! |
Now revenge is sought!
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«The lifeboat they are looking for once came to our shores from the Northmen
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along with the raiding party
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To one of those nearby towns where merchants often go
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He was a powerful warrior, but he didn't care about fame, because it was gold
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blinded him
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And he came to us later
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Offering us an opportunity to plunder the riches of his people;
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And we paid him for the information he gave us."
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So you finally find the village you went to
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The sword rests on the belt, it shimmers in the sun
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Drinks from a pint, talks for a long time
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Many apostates are interested in the speech
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He arrived here from somewhere across the sea
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He left his family behind the sea
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He hesitates for a moment, rakes his braid
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He is unlikely to return
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His family has money, he says
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And the greedy villager likes to hear it
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Will still fall into the pit, that is not yet known
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Every betrayal is redeemed by death
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«And that morning when we were about to launch and head towards
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village of the traitor who traded with us, he left us
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I saw him myself when he had already walked half a mile from the last house
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the sack of gold we gave on his shoulders;
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And that's why I know these men who later attacked our village didn't her
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ever found here.»
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The blood of the apostate is ours!
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We'll get that even if we all have to burn
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Get paid for what you sold
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Horna's brother abandoned him
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And nobody knows it, couldn't see it
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When already far away the land challenged the foolishness
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The conclusion to his story, he got a shameful silence
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«I don't know how many days I ended up spending in my hiding place because of the burning ones
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black smoke lying over the houses obscured the sun; |
and those houses burned for a long time
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Maybe they left their ships that same evening, but I didn't dare to go back
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I will still visit then
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And it was still quiet on the beach when the Firestorm finally abated;
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but the men had died, and the birds had flown away.»
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Soon the flames danced alone
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A beautiful beach under the sky remains alone
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The silent man heals his wounds
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That's how the ships are launched
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A broken voice screams somewhere
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Somewhere a man sings while rowing alone
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Pockets full, heading east
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The glow of the fire shows the night way
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So the wind takes us home |