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In the times of moral fall |
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Times of mayhem, filth and false |
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Your life was a battle-field |
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A ship at the high seas |
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Your words were not forgotten |
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They still echo in my mind |
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With the wave and hum of the sea |
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With the lightning in the sky |
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You were the son of pure Viking blood |
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You were a warrior to you existence |
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I still hear the hoofs of horses |
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Crackling of fire, sound of horn |
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I see the war and the swords of steel |
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Christian blood upon my hands |
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I hear flapping of the sails |
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Smell the scent of the sea |
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Feel the hail lashing my face |
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I feel pride in my heart |
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You were the son of pure Viking blood |
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You were a warrior to you existence |
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And the candles are still burning |
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'til memory smoulders in our hearts |
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But your war is still around |
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And your sword was taken up |
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Live your life in Valhalla |
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The way you always wanted but |
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Until life in our hearts |
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The memory of you still remains |
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You were the son of pure Viking blood |
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You were a warrior to you existence |
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Now it is time to find your way home |
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Among green forests and unbounded seas |
