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Our lives have turned sad |
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The harvest again was bad |
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And it's growing worse |
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Hungry children cry |
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They pray to a new god |
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While their people die |
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But fortune does not grow from a lie |
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What is our hope when kings betray |
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Sigurd was too strong but in ambush they lay |
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His brother helped and he was paid in gold |
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Now Sigurd lies dead bloodless and cold |
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Treason dwells in our king |
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He lies betrays and kills at night |
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What fortune can it bring? |
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Treason walks in this land |
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The Grayskin murders |
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Smile on his face |
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But blood is on his hands |
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King Tryggve was strong |
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And Erik's sons feared him well |
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So in the dark of the night |
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He was stabbed and fell |
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And Sigurd's son they tried to buy |
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But he remembered his father |
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And saw the lie |
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Treason dwells in our king |
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He lies betrays and kills at night |
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What fortune can it bring? |
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Treason walks in this land |
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The Grayskin murders |
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Smile on his face |
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But blood is on his hands |
