| Rise the banner up high
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| I stand in the eye of the storm
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| The heathens marching to war
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| Heart of the night roars
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| The battle of the damned
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| Cold as ice
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| I summon the demons of a world beyond
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| As the followers of light follows the stream so bright
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| I walk my own ground
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| Alone I stand in the rime of tide
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| My heart is black
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| And runs with veins of possession
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| My madness is a fact
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| As the shores of Scandinavium
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| Are coloured red by defend of our tribe
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| Wings of ravens in the high
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| Death by a sight, about the warriors in tide
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| My heart is cold
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| Cold as ice
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| I summon the demons of a world beyond
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| As the followers of light follows the stream so bright
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| I walk my own ground
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| Alone I stand
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| Stand in the rime of tide
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| My heart is black
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| When we are marching to the end
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| Man to man, brothers rise your swords with me again
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| With triumph in our hands
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| One and all we stood by our land
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| One on one we fought til the bitter end
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| Together we walk in the halls up north!
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| As the shores of Scandinavium
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| Are coloured red by defend of our tribe
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| Wings of ravens in the high
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| Death by a sight, about the warrior in a time
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| My madness is a fact
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| My heart is black
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| Alone I stand in the tide |