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Beneath a single brightened star, |
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Spinning round both near and far |
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A frozen throne lies cold and sleeping |
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And held the giant, tall and weeping |
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"For eternal winters, lost in time, |
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I weep for all my etin kind |
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The blood that bonds both high and low |
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Runs ever through the ice and snow" |
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"I see thee men, once friend and foe |
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Heimdall's children, seeds have sown |
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Still keep thy pure and blessed mead |
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Beneath the stars, beneath the tree" |
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"Yet new days dawn and Norns have spun |
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The final fate of Odin's sons |
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Nine ages past, nine worlds collide |
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Drowning deep in crimson tides" |
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"You seek thy doom and freedom same |
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The need of ice and burning flame |
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The black stone wails for fallen kin |
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The high halls clash in storm and din" |
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"Foreign gods smite night and day |
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Temples fired, runes burned away |
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The elder ones of wayward kith |
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Bore strong new sons of eager frith" |
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"To hold the tide of kingdoms lost |
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To take the hammer to the cross |
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The blood skald sing your song and fame |
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Hero's fane and martyr's bane" |
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"I tell my tale of ages gone |
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Of eternal cycles soon to come |
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Heed my verse, for Heimdall's horn |
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Hails now the end of etin-borne" |
