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We ride endless blackened waves |
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To the land of our kin |
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Snow lords, kings of northern seas |
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Brought us home again |
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True hearts gathering up our will |
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Conquered what we chose |
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Black wings lead us to the fray |
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Gave us victory |
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Legions stood against us |
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They tried to make us pay |
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But never faltered or failed |
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We are cunning - Ravens guide our way |
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Crossfire lit the northern shore |
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Never stopped our return |
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Not force, driven by our fate |
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Gave us victory |
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Legions stood against us |
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They tried to make us pay |
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But never faltered or failed |
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We are cunning - Ravens guide our way |
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Black birds fly |
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Guide us home |
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Leave your throne |
