| — «The crew is restless, we have lost three to exposure already
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| I plead with you, turn back, before it’s too late and we all perish!»
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| — «If we turn back now we will be as good as dead anyway
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| And the Valkyries will piss on our graves.»
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| — «The gods have stopped listening to you, even Aegir thwarts our way
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| His daughters are cold and barren, grasping our hull with icy fingers.»
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| — «Tire me not with your superstitions, for soon we will reach the ultimate
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| north
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| Our ancestral homeland, where the air is warm and moist, and the sun rains down
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| eternally
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| By the stars, I know we are close!»
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| — «Well let us hope your superstitions are greater than mine!»
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| Cold winds carry the breath of the past
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| An icy path to the shores of Nastrond
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| The frozen ocean mirrors the starry sky
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| The northern lights, beneath the Dragon Star
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| Winter hearts of blackened stone
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| Forged in fire, in the primordial time
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| Cast down from heaven, to the ancient ones
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| To bond the iron and blood eternally
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| «Sure, if sword could venge
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| Such cruel wrong
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| Evil times would wait
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| Aegir, ocean-god
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| That wind-giant's brother
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| Were I strong to slay
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| 'Gainst him and his sea-brood
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| Battling would I go
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| But I in no wise
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| Boast, as I ween
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| Strength that may strive
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| With the stout ships' bane.»
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| -- Egil’s Saga |