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In the fields, bequeath the beach, |
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I hold my shield before me: |
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May the Gods be with me. |
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North man determined not to fail, |
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Leave your foray behind. |
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Northern wind in our sails, |
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The crossing becomes our life. |
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We dive to sea beyond the mist, |
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The sun turns red before us: |
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May the Gods be with us. |
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North man determined not to fail, |
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Leave your foray behind. |
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Northern wind in our sails, |
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The crossing becomes our life. |
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North man determined not to fail, |
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Leave your foray behind. |
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Northern wind in our sails, |
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The crossing becomes our life. |
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Odin! |
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North man determined not to fail, |
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Leave your foray behind. |
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Northern wind in our sails, |
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The crossing becomes our life. |
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Odin! |
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North man determined not to fail, |
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Leave your foray behind. |
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(Guide me, Odin!) |
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Northern wind in our sails, |
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The crossing becomes our life. |
