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He hung on the windswept world tree |
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Whose roots no one knows |
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For nine whole days, he hung there |
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Pierced by |
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Gugnir, his spear |
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Swimming in pain, he peered into the depths |
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And cried out in agony |
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Reaching out, he grasped the runes |
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Before falling back from the abyss |
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He gave himself unto himself |
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In a world of sheering pain |
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Go that we all may live our lives |
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By the wisdom that he gained |
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You doubted him and spread their lies |
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Across the world with sword in hand |
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You raped our souls and stole our right |
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All for the words of mild-mannered man |
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You listened to mild-mannered god |
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And put your faith in deceitful words |
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Your powertrip was paid by blood |
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In kindness' name, you spilled our blood |
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I refuse to submit |
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To the god you say is kind |
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I know what's right and it is time |
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It's time to fight and free our minds |
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Let me die without fear |
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As I have lived without it |
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So shut your mouth and spare my ears |
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I'm fed up with all your bullshit |
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After a thousand years of opression |
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Let the berserks rise again |
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Let the world hear these words once more"Save us, oh Lord from the wrath of the Norseman" |
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Our spirits were forged in snow and ice |
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To bend like steel forged over fire |
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We were not made to bend like reed |
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Or turn the other cheek |
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He grasped the runes, they're ours to use |
