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Nobody can be back from that forgotten land |
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The furthest one, the blac, |
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Lonely and gloomy sand |
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The bridge's narrow and thin |
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The sentry waits patiently |
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People to pass it |
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In despair but valiantly |
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No one reduced his pace |
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No one looked back with grief |
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No one changed his face |
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No one felt relieved |
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You sense their noisy treads |
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And look the stone face |
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And they seem the dead |
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Of a forgotten race |
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[chorus] |
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Last land, last land |
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With the sword in my hand |
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Just a word I can hardly say |
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While our foe we slay... Walhalla! |
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Mighty Odin just states |
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No surrender but defeat |
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Real warriors learn too late |
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That die is like to beat |
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Glory in war is always better |
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Than honour, love and wealth |
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Written in golden letters |
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Present and future destroyed by strength |
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All of them, have been killed |
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Wthout dropping their blade |
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Ranks of gods, have been filled |
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To make war when giants invades |
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Valkiries have chooses their sore |
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Warriors doomed the fall |
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Leading them into war |
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In the days of armageddon |