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Here I am: enemies: come and taste the steel of my sword |
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The earth was still young and the land all new when it was forged |
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Ore of themountain towering wowards endless sky |
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The runes down its blade the last thing you will see before you die |
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In the spring we sailed from Asa Bay with wind and tide |
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Twenty-nine in all we were: bloodbrothers side by side |
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Down foreign coasts: across the ocean: wind would fill our sail |
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High adventures: better to fall by the sword than to die from age or ail |
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The emperor I served in Miklagard: grand guard was I |
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Me and my brothers in gold were paid: on my sword I did rely |
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Returning to Nordland by horse: ambushed were we |
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And so here I am: come enemies: cornered with my back to the sea |
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The ground beneath our feet all red awash with human blood |
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Severed limbs and bodies dead: prepare to meet thy God |
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Shoulder by shoulder: knee by knee: bloodbrothers by my side |
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Forgive me mother for missing the unseen blow that cut me down from behind |
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All still: no more pain: the wind whispering my name |
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This wound my last: the darkness around me seems vast |
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Then a bright light I see: the clouds swirl and part before me |
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In the distance a woman approaching: with a gesture she invites me to proceed |
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Then a bronze horn I hear: it calls me: and the bridge seems to stretch for a lifetime |
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Way before me a palace is rising: out of the mist: like a mountain it stands |
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And it greets me with gates open wide: all around me bloodbrothers by my side |
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And they show me the seat that bears my name: my place at the table of Oden I do claim |