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Into the battle they ride |
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Father and son |
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The wind both strike |
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Together they fight |
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Side by side |
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Their shields in hand |
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And swords alongside |
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They defend for the land |
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With honor and pride |
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Side by side |
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Fathers blood stands proud |
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And jangle hail to loud |
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Twisting around his blade |
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With rage and beastly hate |
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Proud by blood |
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Battle become so rough |
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And father left behind his son |
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Bound that his blood |
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Was able to be by his own |
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Proud by blood |
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Father turned his head around |
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Watching his son falling down |
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A sharpened blade stroked sons flesh |
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His blood was falling down dead |
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Farewell to thy son |
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Fathers pain was wide |
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He lost thy son by his side |
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This was his written fate |
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Walhall for him can't wait |
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Farewell to thy son |
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Both was invincible |
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Together was unbeatable |
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Along with the wind |
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Son was taken by a valkyrie |
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Farewell my son |
