| The wind is cold and heavy
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| And storms are in the sky
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| Our path across the nordland
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| Goes higher and more high
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| To left the sea we came from
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| To right the white hills with no tree
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| The wind is growing colder
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| And shivering are we
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| We drag with stiffening fingers
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| Our swords and up the hill
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| The path is steep and tangled
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| But leads to battles still
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| Farewell now, mountain, vale, and plain
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| Farewell now, wind and frost and rain
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| And mist and cloud and heaven’s air
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| Ye star and moon so blinding fair
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| Farewell now blade and bloom and grass
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| That see the changing season pass
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| Farewell sweet earth and northern sky
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| Forever blessed but here we die
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| Dor firn i guinar |