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Here I bring my gloomy dim |
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To the forest of eclipse |
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I envoke thus the blackening cowls |
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Out in the woods all alone |
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While all was at night with all |
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They approach the nordic sea at dawn |
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To see the deep black ocean waves in storm |
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Now take farewell and set your sails as we flow |
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We enter this sea with swords in our hands |
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To fight the battle with 9 days of ale, gods and virgin blood |
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Here I bring my gloomy dim |
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To the forest of eclipse |
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I envoke thus the blackening cowls |
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Out in the woods all alone |
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Bring down the roars! |
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And those who might hear our roars |
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Upon the north-star of gold |
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Night carry on our horns |
