| Ég hef gengið langan veg
| I have come a long way
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| Ég hef margan djáknann séð
| I've seen many deacons
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| Sopið seyði af hans reiði
| Suck the broth of his anger
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| Mikið reynt en get ei gleymt
| Try a lot but can not forget
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| Þokan geymir gamlar syndir
| The fog holds old sins
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| Hvítir hrafnar, svartir sandar
| White ravens, black sands
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| Sligað stolt fjarri heimahögum
| Slipped proudly away from home
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| Blóðböndin steyttä skeri
| The blood bands cut
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| Brenndar brýr að baki mér
| Burned bridges behind me
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| Langt er síðan módinn missti ég
| It's been a long time since I lost my temper
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| Gamlir draugar hanga yfir
| Old ghosts hang over
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| Skarttans sálmar glymja ótt
| The hymns of the jewel forget fear
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| Óttinn boðar sortans endalok
| Fear heralds the end of blackness
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| I have walked a long road
| I have walked a long road
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| I have seen many deacons
| I have seen many deacons
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| I’ve drunk magic from his fear
| I’ve drunk magic from his fear
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| Tried so hard but can’t forget
| Tried so hard but can’t forget
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| The fog holds old visions
| The fog holds old visions
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| White ravens, black sands
| White ravens, black sands
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| Over-strained pride parts me from home
| Over-strained pride parts me from home
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| Blood ties crash against the rocks
| Blood ties crash against the rocks
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| Burned bridges behind me
| Burned bridges behind me
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| It’s been a while since I lost my mind
| It's been a while since I lost my mind
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| Old ghosts hang around
| Old ghosts hang around
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| The Devil’s psalms thunder deep
| The Devil’s psalms thunder deep
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| Dread prays for the end of darkness | Dread prays for the end of darkness |