| Would wake warriors great
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| Summon warriors of the oak
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| High as a pine in the forest
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| Summon those who sleep
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| Wake those beneath the grass
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| Buried deep under fields
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| Under sacrificial graves
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| In the burning earth
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| Carve runes upon the horns
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| Stain them red with blood
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| We mumble our spells and sing our hymns
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| Filled with lust we drink
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| The mead so pure and strong
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| Proffered by smiling maidens
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| We praise the taste on our tongue
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| Mead blessed for us by Odin
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| My father he has promised
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| That glorious I’ll become
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| Standing high in the stern
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| Steering the ship so worthy
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| Slained in battle I rise again
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| Brought to life by a heathen spell
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| The sea was my home, I ruled the waves
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| Without fearing my death
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| Arising from the realm
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| Where the dead are screaming in vain
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| Bring forth the day
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| And I’ll fight by your side
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| Born here in northern land
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| My vision’s been clear since long ago
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| My heart will bleed as I walk upon earth
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| My fate lies here, carved in stone
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| I’m surrounded by fires
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| I behold this fearsome night
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| I was born as a wolf
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| But raised as a human |