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I would wake warriors great |
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Summon warriors of the oak |
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High as a pine in the forest |
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Summon those who sleep |
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Wake those beneath the grass |
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Buried deep under fields |
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Under sacrificial graves |
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In the burning earth |
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Carve runes upon the horns |
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Stain them red with blood |
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We mumble our spells and sing our hymns |
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Filled with lust we drink |
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The mead so pure and strong |
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Proffered by smiling maidens |
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We praise the taste on our tongue |
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Mead blessed for us by |
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Odin My father he has promised |
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That glorious |
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I'll become |
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Standing high in the stern |
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Steering the ship so worthy |
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Slained in battle |
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I rise again |
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Brought to life by a heathen spell |
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The sea was my home, |
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I ruled the waves |
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Without fearing my death |
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Arising from the realm |
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Where the dead are screaming in vain |
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Bring forth the day |
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And I'll fight by your side |
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Born here in northern land |
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My vision's been clear since long ago |
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My heart will bleed as |
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I walk upon earth |
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My fate lies here, carved in stone |
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I'm surrounded by fires |
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I behold this fearsome night |
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I was born as a wolf |
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But raised as a human |
