| Beneath a single brightened star,
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| Spinning round both near and far
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| A frozen throne lies cold and sleeping
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| And held the giant, tall and weeping
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| «For eternal winters, lost in time,
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| I weep for all my etin kind
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| The blood that bonds both high and low
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| Runs ever through the ice and snow»
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| «I see thee men, once friend and foe
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| Heimdall’s children, seeds have sown
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| Still keep thy pure and blessed mead
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| Beneath the stars, beneath the tree»
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| «Yet new days dawn and Norns have spun
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| The final fate of Odin’s sons
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| Nine ages past, nine worlds collide
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| Drowning deep in crimson tides»
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| «You seek thy doom and freedom same
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| The need of ice and burning flame
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| The black stone wails for fallen kin
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| The high halls clash in storm and din»
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| «Foreign gods smite night and day
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| Temples fired, runes burned away
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| The elder ones of wayward kith
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| Bore strong new sons of eager frith»
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| «To hold the tide of kingdoms lost
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| To take the hammer to the cross
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| The blood skald sing your song and fame
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| Hero’s fane and martyr’s bane»
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| «I tell my tale of ages gone
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| Of eternal cycles soon to come
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| Heed my verse, for Heimdall’s horn
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| Hails now the end of etin-borne» |