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So many years |
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He struggled hard |
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And stood against the oppression |
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He saw the fall |
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Of all his kin |
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In a dark premonition |
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As the battle rages |
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Will this be his day to die? |
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He holds his hammer toward the sky |
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This time we fight! |
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Now is the day |
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For the justice |
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So rightfully claimed |
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He called to arms |
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Sharpened his axe |
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And put on his chain |
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The call to rise |
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And be strong |
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As the hour grows near |
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A blot to Thor |
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For protection |
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And against all fear |
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As the battle rages |
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Will this be his day to die? |
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He holds his hammer toward the sky |
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This time we fight! |
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He holds his hammer toward the sky |
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This time we fight! |
