| Oh splenderous lande of thundere, where elder wordes outliv’d the times
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| And northern wyndes still raise, this aulde pagan hearte of mine
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| So afar from home, I’ve sail’d acrosse all seven seas
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| Many a battle was won, many a foe’s last breathe I’ve seen
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| But here’s the place where once this northern son was borne
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| And here’s the place where (oh) this hearte of pagan line belonges
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| I will fighte, I’m a Heathen Warrior
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| Noble fame on my minde
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| Hail me nowe, I’m a Heathen Warrior
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| Avow’d to leade an epic life
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| I’m a Heathen Warrior
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| Oh many suns did passe since I had left aulde Asa lande
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| Forefathers' waye, nowe outlaw’d by foreigne hands
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| And I heare the blathering of «There is but one god …»
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| But nevere was I borne to kneele before a strange foreigne crosse
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| I will fighte, I’m a Heathen Warrior
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| Noble prowesse on my minde
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| Hail me nowe, I’m a Heathen Warrior
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| Avow’d to leade an epic life
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| Be thou hail’d, Heathen Warrior
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| Noble prowesse on thy minde
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| Unconquer’d swordsman, Northern Warrior
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| Bold and brave be thy fighte
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| Hail me nowe, I’m a Heathen Warrior
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| Pagan glory I shall strive
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| Thou art not conquer’d as longe as thy hearte is free
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| Bolde and brave be my fighte
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| I’m a Heathen Warrior |