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- "The crew is restless, we have lost three to exposure already. |
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I plead with you, turn back, before it's too late and we all perish!" |
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[Vidar:] |
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- "If we turn back now we will be as good as dead anyway, |
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And the Valkyries will piss on our graves." |
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[Halvdan:] |
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- "The gods have stopped listening to you, even Aegir thwarts our way. |
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His daughters are cold and barren, grasping our hull with icy fingers." |
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[Vidar:] |
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- "Tire me not with your superstitions, for soon we will reach the ultimate north, |
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Our ancestral homeland, where the air is warm and moist, and the sun rains down eternally. |
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By the stars, I know we are close!" |
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[Halvdan:] |
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- "Well let us hope your superstitions are greater than mine!" |
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Cold winds carry the breath of the past |
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An icy path to the shores of Nastrond |
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The frozen ocean mirrors the starry sky |
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The northern lights, beneath the Dragon Star |
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Winter hearts of blackened stone |
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Forged in fire, in the primordial time |
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Cast down from heaven, to the ancient ones |
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To bond the iron and blood eternally |
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"Sure, if sword could venge |
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Such cruel wrong, |
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Evil times would wait |
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Aegir, ocean-god. |
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That wind-giant's brother |
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Were I strong to slay, |
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'Gainst him and his sea-brood |
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Battling would I go. |
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But I in no wise |
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Boast, as I ween |
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Strength that may strive |
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With the stout ships' bane." |
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-- Egil's Saga |
