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Solitary houses by the fjord, |
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Rain is drifting in small water chains, |
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Silent voices talking behind walls, |
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Fire burning keeps us warm. |
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Will they come my way? |
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Will this change my fate? |
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Do they ask for friendship? |
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Do they speak my language? |
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Will they come my way? |
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The new sound arises from their base |
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And now it's rowing from the south. |
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Stay and swim back and forth, |
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Skraelings are in search for the shore. |
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Will they come my way? |
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Will this change my fate? |
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Do they ask for friendship? |
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Do they speak my language? |
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Will they come my way? |
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Usher men |
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In the boats, |
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Holding spears, |
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Getting close. |
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Swear struck, ha! |
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Getting low, ha! |
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I don't know, |
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Lower the swords. |
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Will they come my way? |
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Will this change my fate? |
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Do they ask for friendship? |
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Do they speak my language? |
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Will they come my way? |
