| Under Norve’s starfilled sky
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| In a forest so deep and wide
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| Eight hooves are thundering
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| By the mountains darkest side
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| In the shadows two grey shapes
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| Hungry stalking their prey
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| A long time has passed
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| Since they went away
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| This is the call for a great man’s return
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| Longing for the old age, let this world burn
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| I yearn for retribution, I want fields stained red
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| Odin show us that you’re not dead
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| Northern king… return
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| Follow the path we make, longer for every day
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| Warlord… return
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| Your eyes in the sky will show you the way
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| Northern king… return
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| We will be waiting, thousands and thousands of men
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| Warlord… return
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| Together we will drink, fight, die and live again
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| Under Norve’s starfilled sky
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| In a heathen forest deep and wide
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| Sleipner calm is standing
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| With Odin by his side
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| By his feet two wolves are lying
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| Feeding and resting in the night
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| A long time will pass
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| Until bloodred snow becomes white |