| Borne and rais’d in the realme of the hammer
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| Pagan heartes, poundinge harder than e’er before
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| Flee from the treacherous signe of the crosse
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| To fynde the pathe of glory
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| Where the elders have walk’d upon…
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| Ravenhearte — One ey’d god watche o’er me
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| Leade me, thy son and guide me on my waye
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| Ravenhearte — Hail me, I’m the chosen one
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| Woe to ye, my foes, and weale to ye who owne
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| A Ravenhearte
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| The northwynde was leadinge me
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| The elder wisdome to see
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| Greate voices of war tooke holde of me
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| And the gods were summoninge me
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| Free’d from the false-hearted claws of the crosse
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| I seeke the pathe of glory
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| Where the elders were stridinge upon…
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| Ravenhearte — One ey’d god watche o’er me
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| Leade me, thy son and guide me on my waye
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| Ravenhearte — Hail me, I’m the chosen one
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| Woe to ye, my foes, and weale to ye who owne
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| A Ravenhearte
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| Ravenhearte — One ey’d god watche o’er me
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| Leade me, thy son and guide me on my waye
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| Ravenhearte — Hail me, I’m the chosen one
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| Woe to ye, my foes, and weale to ye who owne
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| A Ravenhearte |