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Many a thing may change during all the days |
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A mighty man wanders free on this earth |
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Kinsmen young may fall by the bitter blade |
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When he heard is when he laid down his life |
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Borne on his shield, his sword lying on his chest |
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The Northern Gate they passed through |
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They marched on to the eastern mound where they laid him down |
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Crying rain and wailing wind in the mountains we all |
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Hear the heathen call |
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Time will take us all |
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And hear the heathen cry |
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Finally we die |
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So hear the heathen call |
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Time will take us all |
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And only time will tell |
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Time will bid us all farewell |
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All knew our greatest times had come to an end |
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We proudly carved a memorial stone |
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There to stand alone through the ages long |
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Lasting onto later times of the world |
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Many a thing may change during all the days |
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A mighty man wanders free on this earth |
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Kinsmen young may fall by the bitter blade |
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Crying rain and wailing wind in the mountains we all |
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Hear the heathen call |
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Time will take us all |
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And hear the heathen cry |
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Finally we die |
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So hear the heathen call |
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Time will take us all |
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And only time will tell |
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Time will bid us all farewell |
