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At the tables of the North |
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Man is used to blizzards and storms |
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Their arms are tempered by the work of their swords |
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Gallantness and faith fills their hearts |
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The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds |
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In a smithy high up in the skies |
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On an anvil of honour, with a hammer of blood |
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The four winds pounded |
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The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds |
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In a smithy high up in the skies |
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On an anvil of courage, with a hammer of sweat |
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The four winds pounded |
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Over vast steppes |
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Horsemen ride for day and night |
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With honour and glory in their minds |
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The Eastmen ride |
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Under the sun |
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The soldiers of the South sing their songs |
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Endless scorching deserts |
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Have trained these men |
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Take this sign into Your heart and be brave |
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Let it lead You to Your glory or Your grave |
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Today |
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Hear me, my warriors |
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Soldiers from all the edges of the world |
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Let us join our forces |
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To an army, united |
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The four winds guide Us |
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The heart of Turisas leads our way |
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Our drums echo: Forward march |
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Our horns cry for victory |
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Beyond the ocean |
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The warriors of the West bend their bows |
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In the name of the Eagle |
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These brave men fight |
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The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds |
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In a smithy high up in the skies |
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On an anvil of glory, with a hammer of tears |
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The four winds pounded |
