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Defying the storm, the lash of the waves, |
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Our Drakkars are advancing |
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Fearless upon the raging seas we sail! |
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Our Dragon prow is emerging |
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From the mist of a winter's morning |
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Or the dying gleam of day: |
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Upon the fury of the ocean we ride |
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With the wind caressing our hair |
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And the brine biting into our eyes, |
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The frost that invades |
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The warmth of a heart... |
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Defying the storm, the lash of the waves, |
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Our Drakkars are advancing |
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Fearless upon the raging seas we sail! |
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The standard of the hammer |
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Atop the mast we hoisted high |
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A talisman of Mjolner |
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Around our neck we hung: |
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To invoke all Fates benign |
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And offer sacrifice - |
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To Njord, the sea-faring God, |
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A mariner across the stars |
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That through the night |
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Us mortals guide... |
