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Far away beyond the horizon, |
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above the shadows of the horses hoofs, |
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a maiden behind a golden shield |
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in a chariot rides across the sky. |
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Two ravens are above us, |
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a long forgotten tale, |
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how it is to reach the utter hail |
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and the eyes of a Valkyrjur caress your heart... |
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When a lightning strikes with pride |
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and a thunder roars upon us, |
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when the trees will be beckoned by their dew again |
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the icecold mist shows us our way... |
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Then be sure, oh thy heathenhearts, |
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our time will soon be there, |
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when the one-eyed God walks amidst us |
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and the neighing will be deep inside of our hearts... |
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One day we will tear the hearts |
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of the ones who stay against us, |
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the nine worlds are in our hands |
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since we've found the key of Valgrind. |
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No wolf will ever subdure us, |
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oh Freya hear my words, |
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forever I'll be in your retinue |
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and await to sense your breath... |
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Once you will open your eyes |
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while a maiden is kneeing at your side, |
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and she will kiss you to awake |
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for you will stride the mighty rainbowbridge... |
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Two ravens are above you, |
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they will show you the final way |
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across the river and over the mountain, |
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into the ardent awaited land... |
