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Rumbling thunder cracks the sky |
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And rain starts pouring down |
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Lightning strikes a cold bright light |
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Upon the blood drenched ground |
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The sword play is hard and many falls |
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Steel bites sharp in bflesh |
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And upon a mountain, towering tall |
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Stands the messengers of death |
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Five horsemen in armor bright |
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Waiting in the flashing light |
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Looking down upon the field |
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Where Vikings fight with axe and shield |
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On stallions black as night |
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With eyes burning red |
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They ride with thunder to the fight |
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Deliverance of certain death |
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A war cry loud as heimdall shone |
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Echoes across the land |
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Enemies who hear it freeze to the bone |
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Friends of doom proudly stands |
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They ride faster than the wind |
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With lightning speed they strike |
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Black ravens follow where they've been |
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To feed from those died |
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With power they wield their swords |
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As they ride down fleeing men |
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Sending them to |
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Hell's dark court |
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To never come back again |
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The warriors ride once more |
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To the mountain from which they came |
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Once sent by the |
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Gods to war |
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And they never return in shame |