| Thunderinge hooves
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| Carry me to my destiny
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| Vultures of carrion (summon me)
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| Summon me to the battlefielde
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| Bones in the hills
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| The valley echoes my battle cry
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| I savour my fury (withe the mighte)
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| Withe the mighte of Habrok I’m soaringe highe
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| Tyr marks my spear, like Gungnir I sweare
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| My wrathe shalle fly true
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| We were torn and bereav’d, outlaw’d and renegaded
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| But the lande has stay’d untam’d
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| And the northern steele remaineth…
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| Hous’d in the runes
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| Fiery wyndes of my heritage
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| Oh wisdome of ages
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| Hallowe and holde this holy-stead
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| We’ve been hunted and scatter’d
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| Now stormes are foreboding an age of deluge
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| The elder faithe was unshatter’d, my wrath shall fly true
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| We were torn and bereav’d, outlaw’d and renegaded
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| But the lande has stay’d untam’d
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| And the northern steele remaineth…
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| We were torn and bereav’d, outlaw’d and renegaded
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| But the lande has stay’d untam’d
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| The hills still calle oute my name
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| And the northern steele remaineth… |