| Out of darkness we will rise
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| Out of the dust of the earth
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| We build our empire to the skies
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| And set our eyes to the north
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| We spread our wings, prepare for flight
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| To show the world of our might
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| With steel and blood we conqure lands
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| Like a sickness we command
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| Our time to stand
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| At the hands of these foe
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| Clouds of evil
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| Encompass our lands
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| Our homes, our fields, and our hearts
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| The knights of the south
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| Ride to the north
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| To take all that is ours
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| With thirst for blood in our souls
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| We ride unto northern shores
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| For our king we reap and sow
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| Thsi is the fate of the Norse
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| We take the homes of beast and man
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| We cut down all that lives and stands
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| The path behind us lays in waste
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| As their stories are erased
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| Now
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| Our final stand
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| To the destructor of all we know
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| Clouds of evil…
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| Now we take their homes and hearts
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| We hold a blade to the throat of their king
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| A slice at the neck is the fall of a nation
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| Clouds of evil…
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| An emanate doom
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| As the shadows loom
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| The enemy takes us with ease
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| We fight to the death
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| With every last breath
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| Our king brought to his knees |