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Gray clouds |
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Cover the winter sky |
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Cold snowFalls like autumn leaves to the ground |
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The icy wind |
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Pierces the skin of waiting warriors |
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Like spears |
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Will pierce their bodies in battle |
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FrostedBeards on pale grey faces |
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Eyes of death |
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Are burning with rage |
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Glancing across |
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The fields of tyr |
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In the early |
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Morning light |
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Warcries break the silent wait |
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Charging warriors rush to kill |
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Swords are swung in the air |
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The gods of war are called |
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Vikings with fire in soul |
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Clash in the open field |
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Slaying with powerful strokes |
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The snow is turning red |
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Hooves gallop the plains |
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Warlords on horsebacks |
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Ride into battle |
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With a thunderous roar |
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The stormwind of death |
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Blows across the field |
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Sweeping with it |
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Everyone in it's way |
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So the battle settles |
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Alone stands just one man |
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Under the grayclouded |
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Winter sky |
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Alone |
