| He left his eye in Miner’s well
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| Wherein all might & wisdom dwell
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| Through the eyes of blackened birds
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| He seeks throughout the many worlds
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| Searching for heroic men
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| To gather in the hall of slain
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| To the battlefield he’ll send
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| Valkyrians for brave new souls to gain
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| At the brink of Ragnarok we stand
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| Prepare to die with sword in hand
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| At the sound of Heimdall’s horn
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| Let the battle be reborn
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| Three cold winters will arrive
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| The stars will vanish from the sky
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| The earth will shudder, setting free
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| The monsters of the prophecy
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| As the mountains fall, sturred is his sleep
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| The serpent of Midgard will awake
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| As the rise from the grave of the ocean deep
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| The earth will shatter and shake
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| And from the east the Jotuns sail
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| The ship of Naglfar made of nails
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| And from the south the giants march
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| Dressed in flames and fire in heart
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| And all will die in the battle of Vigrid they’ll burn
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| When Heimdall’s horn is blown there is no return |