| The black stone lights the way to far
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| Where Baldur waits the sleeping star
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| To spin like sunlight darkened black
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| And boldly sign the northern pact
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| Where screaming ravens soar the sky
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| And mighty winds the ships defy
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| Walvater’s army marches on
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| To battlefields that light the dawn
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| The southern plague is thus defiled
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| To bring splendour to the northern child
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| Where twilight roads lead Thulian way
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| And destroy the ones that led astray
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| The new north shines like starry night
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| The martyr falls in black sun’s light
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| The stone is set in middle earth
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| To eternal guide the blood’s rebirth
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| — «Ill omens my friend, look, Ymir’s blood drifts into the dawning sun
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| And colours it as red as raven’s mead, I warn you again of this dark ambition!»
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| — «Aye, an ill omen indeed. |
| My heart weighs heavy, as this accursed
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| Sign is like heavy iron on my chest. |
| I fear this mad quest of mine shall not
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| continue.»
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| — «Will you accept their offer then? |
| Please, our time is done here
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| This new way speaks of peace, we can fight this no longer. |
| The King has said
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| thus.»
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| — «Aye… the crucified one is your King now my friend. |
| We have forsaken it all
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| Our history, our culture, our heritage, our blood. |
| Our gods… we have killed
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| them
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| And there, there is their blood…» |