| Far away, from the cold north
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| Towards the riches of the holy land
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| They sailed with a saga ahead
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| With their crosses and swords in hand
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| Mighty crusader and king
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| Would have many stories to tell
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| He reached the end of the world
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| In his hands Lisbon and Sintre fell
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| Sigurd, Crusader
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| With tales to be told
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| The way to the East
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| Paved with blood and gold
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| Sixty ships and five thousand men
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| So much to plunder on the way to the east
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| Swords of steel in the name of Christ
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| To take the life of every man and beast
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| Al-Andalus nevr tried
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| Such fiercenss in battle and barbaric rage
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| Wild Norsemen converted to Christ
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| The lion of Norway set free from its cage
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| Sigurd, Crusader
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| With tales to be told
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| The way to the East
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| Paved with blood and gold
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| By the mouth of the westernmost river
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| There lay a fortress of infidel men
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| And there Sigurd saw arches of stone
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| With white pillars, timeworn by then
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| Sigurd, Crusader
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| With tales to be told
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| The way to the East
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| Paved with blood and gold
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| The fortress was left behind
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| Onward they sailed, the brave and bold
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| But there, at the end of the Earth
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| There once stood a temple at times of old… |