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(I) |
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We weave the web |
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Vast as the great storm |
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Warriors to die |
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Blood spilled on that cloth |
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Steel of the spears |
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Woof of the red blood |
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For merciless battle |
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Web has been weaved |
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Web has been weaved |
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Of bowels of human |
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Plummet will be |
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On the bench made of sculls |
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Hackle of iron |
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And pins of arrows |
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By bloody spears |
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We weave the web |
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In the realm of war tomorrow |
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Feel no grief and feel no sorrow |
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To the realm of death we follow |
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Warriors sailing to the west |
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With the thousand swords tomorrow |
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Kill your pain and kill your sorrow |
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To the halls of mirth we follow |
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Let us follow our fate |
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(II) |
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Hjortrimull, Hild, |
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Sanngrid and Swipull |
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Bared the swords |
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And weaving the fate |
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Broken the spears |
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And broken the shields |
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The dogs of war |
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Have bitten them in |
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Landlords will come |
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From the lands far away |
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New king will come |
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From kingdom so far |
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Brian the Koenig |
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Is cursed and is doomed |
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Sigurd the Earl |
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Crucified on the spears |
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In the realm of war tomorrow |
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Feel no grief and feel no sorrow |
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To the realm of death we follow |
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Warriors sailing to the west |
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With the thousand swords tomorrow |
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Kill your pain and kill your sorrow |
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To the halls of mirth we follow |
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Let us follow our fate |
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(INTERLUDE) |
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Weaving and weaving |
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The colors of battle |
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Young and brave Koenig |
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Was wielding the flag |
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Forward we rush |
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And ride to the battle |
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Friends side by side |
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Their lives we shall crop |
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Weaving and weaving |
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The colors of battle |
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Follow the Koenig |
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The king young and brave |
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Hendull and Hunn |
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Follow him closer |
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Blood on the shields |
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And nothing they see |
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Weaving and weaving |
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The colors of battle |
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Forward they rush |
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The warriors brave |
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Life of the Koenig |
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Quest for the honor |
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We are to choose |
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To live or to die |
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Irish are doomed |
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And bitter their fate |
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Revere them |
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Hail them forever |
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We weaved the web |
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And blood on the field |
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Honored but dead |
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Remembered for years |
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(III) |
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Fear and grief |
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But watch at the skies |
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Running across |
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Blood-red storm clouds |
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Warriors' blood |
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Has filled all the air |
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We celebrate |
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As the Valkyries |
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Glorified tune |
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Of king young and brave |
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Hear us and tell |
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To people elsewhere |
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Bear the sword |
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Riding wild horse |
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Fulfill the fate |
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Of Eire and Norse |
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In the realm of war tomorrow |
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Feel no grief and feel no sorrow |
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To the realm of death we follow |
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Warriors sailing to the west |
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With the thousand swords tomorrow |
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Kill your pain and kill your sorrow |
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To the halls of mirth we follow |
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Let us follow our fate |
