| Along the green shores of a river
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| Where once Norsemen settled for winter
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| Our dragon sails, his heart feeble
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| Escaping the wrath of the invincible, yeah
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| So shall the bards sing in times to come
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| Crosshaven
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| After fear, slaughter and misery
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| Torn and ravaged we long for sanctuary
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| Pleading ancient spirits to strike back
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| Against our foe, o mighty gods attack, yeah
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| So shall the bards sing in times to come
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| Crosshaven
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| Scattered and battered
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| The mighty invincible, vanquished
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| Crosshaven
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| Crosshaven
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| Crosshaven
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| Crosshaven
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| On the pool we raise our spirits
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| Having been pushed beyond our limits
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| It’s time to recover from the mighty fray
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| And return to the high seas in search of prey, yeah
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| Yeah… |