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Bring forth your sacrifice |
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The winter can last for long |
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Show them honour |
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Servants of Frey |
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Let the blood flow |
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On his pride |
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Until they are pleased |
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To provide our magnificense and growth |
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Our king will show his wrath |
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If we do not honour our promise |
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Poor the harvest will be |
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Without seeds in earth |
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Don't spill the finest blood |
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Strong sons will not be born too often |
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"Oh, wise Volve when shall I get to see, fields of growth |
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When shall I once again feel the light touch from Freyas hands" |
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Death comes fast |
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If you do not honour |
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The people below |
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The friends of the Vanirs |
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Bring forth |
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The holy boar |
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Then the sun will still shine |
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And we can still breath |
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We didn't wish to die |
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We didn't wish to awake |
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The wrath of the elders |
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Bring forth the holy boar |