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The shaman dances around the fire |
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The thought of blood becomes desire |
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All is lost, out of my sight |
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I start to tremble, from lust for fight |
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Oh, inside my dreams, the things I've seen, they pull me within |
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I'm calling Tyr, to come ashore |
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To turn my voice into a mighty roar |
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Finally I can see the red mist |
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And the axe starts to live in my fist |
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On an endless war, I heard a roar |
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Through frost and ice, from a distant shore |
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Now there is no meaning upon the earth |
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And my salvation will come through death |
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But my fury will go on |
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Until Valhalla becomes my home |
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Oh, warriors stood there, with skins of bear |
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Letting their screams into the air |
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I have seen men attack, on certain death |
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and mutilated warriors keep fight to their last breath |
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But only now I can understand |
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The ultimate wrath that makes them stand |
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Oh, now they let me see, all that they can see |
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In front of a frozen sea ... |
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... Beyond the realms of pain I stand |
