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Now finally on the way |
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Strong winds will take us home |
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No one we will obey |
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But our gods all alone |
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The oars are gliding in |
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The blackened nordic sea |
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And driven by the wind |
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The waves we must defeat |
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The voice we can here is the old northern call |
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Still guiding us on our course |
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This song in the wind born in warrior's hall |
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Is leading our way back home |
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Arrival is a feast |
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We've been gone for far too long |
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Remembering the dead |
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Many brothers, they are gone |
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But with their swords in hand |
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And restless souls within |
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We'll return to the land |
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That they are buried in |
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You feel the bond when you are born |
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Where mountains touch the sky |
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Eternal ice and raging storms |
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Up where the eagles fly |
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You hear the hooves of |
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Sleipnir pound |
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Wolves and ravens by his side |
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With one eye watch us through the clouds |
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And take us as we die |
