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The sun will cast its dawning rays |
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Upon the runes inscribed in rock. |
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The mossy rock by the side of the road |
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Has kept its secret since ages began. |
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It recalls how the Earth came to be, |
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And the light came out of the darkness. |
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It remembers the hands that cut the holy signs |
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Into its cold grey flesh. |
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He who sacrificed himself, hanging on the ash-tree of life |
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Knows the mystery of the holy signs. |
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He who suffered for the knowledge of the Runes, |
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Has left them for the new world to see. |
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The rock what was washed with sacrificial blood |
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Revealed the mystery of the world by the Velves. |
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It remembers the Suttung tribe, |
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It knows how the Aesir dies. |