| The soothing sound of the fire singing
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| A quiet hissing, sometimes loud crackling
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| Memories burst, memories of the course of life
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| About knowledge and about fear, with the moon watching
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| Tonight I am sitting beamed by a starburst
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| In the mountains, and feel nature's birth pains
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| Which warms the soil of life in crofts and castles
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| And wingspan hoes butterfly that in eagle reverberates
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| Everything between heaven and earth
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| Holds in this breath
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| The wave of time is flooding my words
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| Ebb and Hod in each archipelago
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| Everything between heaven and earth
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| Exploded in shadow and light
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| And the fantasy table of fantasies
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| Now stands in front of every house
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| Wonderful tones from the lyre of freedom
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| When truths are woven together with dreams
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| The thought catches up with the dizziness of the mountain stream
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| By the highlands' water currents
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| The visions overcome world confusion
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| I carve a new rune where I stand
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| To sense after a decade-long wandering
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| With arla sun as a burning decoration
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| Everything between heaven and earth
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| Holds in this breath
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| The wave of time is flooding my words
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| Ebb and Hod in each archipelago
|
| Everything between heaven and earth
|
| Exploded in shadow and light
|
| And the fantasy table of fantasies
|
| Now stands in front of every house
|
| The visions overcome world confusion
|
| I carve a new rune where I stand
|
| To sense after a decade-long wandering
|
| With arla sun as a burning decoration
|
| Everything between heaven and earth
|
| Holds in this breath
|
| The wave of time is flooding my words
|
| Ebb and Hod in each archipelago
|
| Everything between heaven and earth
|
| Exploded in shadow and light
|
| And the fantasy table of fantasies
|
| Now stands in front of every house
|
| Everything between heaven and earth
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| Holds in this breath |