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The wheel of light sets another day |
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Glowing in the Water of Reykjavik bay |
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The ground has grown wight with nightly frost |
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The town is a wake at the sullen gloom's cost |
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Odin has granted Icelander's the light |
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To sharpen their swords, to show off their might |
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For another day in the bay of smoke |
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Where virtue is strong and weaknesses choke |
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A king on his throne and a queen by his side |
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The ruler of men and his principal pride |
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A blade his companion, the crown his duty |
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The lady he reveres, her radiant beauty |
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-Oh queen, grant my wish, make me calm and serene |
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Please stay by my side, never fly from our scene |
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I rule this cold land and I herd my flock |
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I worship the gods on this volcanic rock |
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But might makes me weary and you are the cure |
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You keep me strong, that is your allure |
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Deceitful queen in the land of cold |
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Smiles to her king, keeps her story untold |
