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Wake up And take your brand |
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Long os the path through the forest |
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Wind is spinning the thick mist |
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Sans stars, sans moon |
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Only silence everlasting |
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Wake up Open your frozen eyes |
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Behind the brooding mountains at your home |
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Your well-beloved woman is shedding teras |
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And lonely warm fire in her eyes i teras |
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Reflects it self |
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Wake up Your children will go out to meet you half-way |
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Waiting for you |
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They would carry your shield |
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And lead your horse by bridle |
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And your ravishing by mead |
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Would your close friends with gifts |
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Endowded and greet them heartily |
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Wake up Who will carry your brand soaked in blood |
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Who will wash your wounds |
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Who will warm your frozen hands up |
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Your mouth in wry |
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Gasthly grimace enfurled |
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Wake up And even if you are fay, be fierce for death |
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Dont let her to devour your flash |
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Spirits for ancestor gathered a far from here |
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Like a murky cloud of fowls |
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Wind is pulling them about lashing them |
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It is time for wind... for wind... |
