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We were the warriors of the north |
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Notorious and brave |
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We'd never lost a fight in war |
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We feared not the grave |
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The ruler of this northern court |
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My brother, lord, king |
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He always had our loyal swords |
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But we would feel his sting |
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The ageing king had no decendants |
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No heir to take his throne |
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It filled his soul with fear |
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Transcendent |
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That next in line was my first-born |
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The king's heart grew |
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Full of dark deception |
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Full of foul conspiracy |
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This was when dark days |
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Had their inception |
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And we fell to his vile deceit |
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Robbed of arms, robbed of pride |
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But he spared our lives |
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The fear he had of Oden's wrath |
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Held his vengeful knife |
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With hearts so cold we left our homes |
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Banished from our land |
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A life in shame, a life in grief |
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Until we rise again |
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Winters come, winters pass |
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Twenty wasted years |
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We're ageing men, our youth is gone |
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We will shed no tears |
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Winters come and winters pass |
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Tenty years have gone |
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Like a dream we fade away |
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Into oblivion |
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We are the warriors of the north |
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Notorious and brave |
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We're old but strong as before |
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And we don't fear the grave |
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From the south an army rises |
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They ride under cross of gold |
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From the shades we're called |
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In a time of crisis |
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To defend the king now weak and old |
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As the flames of warfare rage higher |
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We feel our destiny's embrace |
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We are ageing men of an old empire |
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Now we can see Valhalla's gates |
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We! |
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March again |
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First in line |
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To reach Valhalla's mighty gates |
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We! |
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March again |
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March to fight |
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To reach Valhalla's mighty |
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We! |
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March again |
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Give our lives |
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To reach Valhalla's |
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Mighty royal gates |
