| Emerge from the evening mist
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| Congregation with torches lit
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| A solemn path to stone filled shores
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| A ship awaits for the voyage home
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| Corpse in ceremonial form
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| With sword and shield adorned
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| Kinsmen silent in mourning
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| The ravens call resounding
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| From midst the tinder
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| Spark births rising flame
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| The horn sounds
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| In the distance
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| Its resonance
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| Beckons the fire
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| Orange glow reflecting endlessly
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| Upon the tides of an abysmal sea
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| Shimmering light
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| The end of an era
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| Drifting from this realm
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| In all its splendor
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| A beacon in black horizon
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| Return to the halls of your fathers
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| Drink to your glorious deeds
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| Sing songs of battle and honor
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| Reunite with the olden kings
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| The now distant fire has ceased
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| What remains is claimed by the sea
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| They lift their heads to the rising sun
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| The last shadow of night has gone
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| From the forest echoes the distant cries
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| Lo! |
| Lament for out chieftain died
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| A stone ship for our once great king
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| May it guide his way to the halls on high
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| Though his body will wither away
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| His legend and glory will never fade |