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On the river of tears |
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Bodies of killed warriors lie |
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Fallen Valkiries as broken flowers |
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The bravest warriors |
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Seized by the cold hands of deat |
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Wind covers them in a blanket of red |
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The lady of a river with maidens |
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Shall arrive in a deep sorrow |
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She shall kiss your forehead |
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For the last time |
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The sun is gone and the |
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Hills veiled in mist |
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The biting cold |
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Spreads to freeze hearts |
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In the red gleam of crying sun |
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Magic fog raises the bodies |
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Far away the horizon or oblivion |
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Wind sways the grass |
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Dew drops cover swords |
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Trees bow down |
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To honor leaving warriors |
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The sun disappears below |
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The horizon |
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World sinks in the color of blood |
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Silence lulls to sleep |
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And one can hear only |
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Quiet rustle of ghosts [wraiths] |
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Whispering ancient spells |
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Out of the dark river |
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Cold hands raise |
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River maidens |
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Raise the bodies of died warriors |
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To the lands beyond the |
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Horizon of oblivion |
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Where sun disappears |
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When sun is gone |
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Lady of river with her maidens |
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Perform ancient rite |
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Ancient magic and power of earth |
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Will lead sons of sun |
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To the lands beyond the horizon |
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Where shining paths |
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Of setting sun |
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Lead to the land of oblivion |