Excites the giant, instinct
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Us from destruction saves
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Tears holes in fur and clothes
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Flu and meat rashes
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Creeping glaciers gnaw and scrape in the dark
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An earthquake shakes the head
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They crawl out of the water
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The checkered monsters from the sea
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Breaking the rock and the rock and the cliffs
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Failure in everything
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No one is allowed on the beaches
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The blood on the hands solidifies
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Keep us cool
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Vatnajökull
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Dancing virgin
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Dyrhólaey
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Wakes up in the dead friend from hibernation
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And the weather in enemy territory
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He has a woman on his shoulders
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Here, on the other hand, swords work
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He stabs the ground into the ground
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Then jump the animals away
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The giant broke from a rock
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Berserker is nowhere to be seen
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Trembling ground
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Trembling where the earth is crashing
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The shaft on lava-paved slabs
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Protects
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He stands guard when he is about to stop
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He stands with us and falls
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Fall leaves
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Then fold the leaves
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Freeze corpses together with soil
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Bright light
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The light is dim when the battle is over
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There the two who endured wait
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Broken sea
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Then the sea breaks on a rock
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The boats probably could not stand it
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Peat disappears
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Disappears from the peat but the whitish rocks
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Surely resting on an ancient marrow
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Cool shade
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The bladder then cools and shrinks
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The throat does not rise
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Loosen clothes
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Gets rid of claws when life wears off
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And Loki then the enemy falls
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Hold the straps
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Hold the ribbons we knit
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Let us honor those moments that are used
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Giant hand
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A giant iron rod was erected there by a giant
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He landed on the rock
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Sleep children
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Finally, the children fall asleep
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The sun on distant slopes
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Bæjartjörn
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The town's pond takes on a bluish-black shade
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Is the rock giant from it drinking
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Giant hand, iron- with bouquet
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Glacier trembles, foamy beach
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Usually no straps hold
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Giant hand, giant hand
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Giant hand, iron- with bouquet
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The earth opens up, the lands sink
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Jacks ice at the horizon
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Giant hand, giant hand |