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As the dragon cuts the waves |
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Strong winds take us east |
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Like the wings of a beast |
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Salt on my lips again |
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I put my face in the wind |
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Oh, let the the saga begin |
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Let the saga begin |
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Heading where brave have traveled |
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What eyes have never seen |
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Miklagard we're on our way |
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Where few have ever been |
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Danger, toil and trouble |
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Death may lie ahead |
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But I'd rather die in glory |
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Than fade away in bed |
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Free, so free |
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The waves of the see |
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The taste of the wind |
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Urging us on and the saga begins |
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Free, so free |
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In the storm you will see |
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Holding on with a grin |
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Odin with us let the saga begin |
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From Dorestadt in franconia |
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The best swords that are made |
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In gold they be weighted |
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Amber from Haithabu |
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The gold of our shore |
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We got plenty in store |
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We'll sell on eastern markets |
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And silken cloth we'll buy |
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Spices, glass and jewellery |
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A pleasure to the eye |
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There is a fortune waiting |
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For Those who choose this way |
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A saga to be written |
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To be told on future days |
