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One darksome raven riding the northern wind |
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One black crown to wake the Aesir |
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And underneath the waning winter moon |
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The wind swept cedar forest stirs |
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Where darksome ravens dwell |
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There in the ancient glade |
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Where royal eagles soar |
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There in the storming skies |
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Will I set my shrine |
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And hail the gods on high |
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Where fearsome ravens dwell |
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Underneath their ebon wings |
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Where wise owls sing |
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Underneath their stare |
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Will I hollow my weapons |
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At night before the fight |
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Where darksome ravens dwell |
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There in the ancient glade |
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Where royal eagles soar |
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There in the storming skies |
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Where winged Faery sweep |
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There by the enchanted creek |
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Will I in solitude pace |
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Before battle I embrace |
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In raven haunted forests I reign |
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Where all is quiet, all is tranquil |
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I am the crowned, lonely king |
