| At night, the storms gripped our fleet
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| Arctic monuments burst asunder
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| Never surrender the choir of Gods
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| With beasts on our side we enter land
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| Do not ever dare to roam the sacred grove unchained
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| Now, as your path is lost
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| Crawl
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| Hordes o hordes… destroy the temples of the North
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| We shall set sails ahead!
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| We are now presentees on the ship of the fertile Vanr
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| Offered a fest of slaughtered goats
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| Bare the precious marrow, bawl with strength
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| Midgard is ours, ad arma!
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| Surrender your limbs to the wrath of Midgard’s defenders
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| Now, as your motion flags
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| Crawl
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| Hordes o hordes… as bones of the beasts of burden crack
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| We shall set sails ahead!
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| Barren shores loom, wretches bark at a devoured moon
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| Now, as the wolf’s unleashed
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| Crawl! |