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Free as the wind i roam the mount ainside |
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Following the path of the chilling nortwind |
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We the brothers of the northern hammer |
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Are wielding our swords in eternal war |
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Raventhrone |
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Countless bodies lies scattered and torn |
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Death is granted to our hated friends |
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The fields of battle are drenched in blood |
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In the sky above the ravens cry |
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Raventhrone |
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Troughout times our legacy is handed |
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From father to son |
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So bow down to the northern spirit |
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And be the chosen one |
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Gather your brothers and call for war |
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That is what we're chosen for |
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Be the one to defy their god |
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Intruders of land, destroyers of faith |
