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Cruel storm is lashing my ship |
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I hear my people's cries |
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Wind sweeps their words away and carry off into the abyss |
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Icy rain pierces through our bodies |
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Depth open its skies |
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We will plunge in the dark abyss |
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Or we will walk towards our destiny |
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Written with ancient runes |
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My comrades fight for life |
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They are strong, brave and relentless |
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But their cries mean nothing |
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Today our destiny is in God's hands |
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We won many battles |
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We overcame many brave warriors |
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We were pleased with gained treasures |
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And laments of the defeated |
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But our bravery and ruthlessness |
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Mean nothing to the sea monsters |
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Today we will be the victims |
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If we survive this storm |
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Wotan! We will sing you a song of glory |
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Witches put spell on our ship |
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The course reached us |
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The course of the committed crimes and desecrated temples |
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Our greed is punished |
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Soon our bones fall on the bottom of the sea |
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Inevitable end is coming |
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Sea eager for our blood |
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We will make a sacrifice of bravest warriors |
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Wind will sing funeral song |
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Wotan! Take your sons! |
