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The sky is painted by raging flames |
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And cindered are the clouds over far horizon |
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Whirlwinds of dust like waves |
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Are smashing against us |
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I can feel the savage earth shutting off my steps |
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Some shadows in circle are riding |
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Some of them from high are soaring |
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White wolves mounted by black ravens |
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Sended by Oden now are here for me |
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Sharpen is the wind, hard the soil |
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And frozen is the surrounding air, is tiring to breath |
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Cold snow from the sky slowly is falling down |
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The echoes of the war are bouncing in my head |
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Warm blood is carving a path over my skin |
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His bitter irony taste is filling my mouth |
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Leaned against a tree my sight is fading away |
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No time for tears death is coming |
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Take my soul and lead me to Valhalla |
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Where my ancestors are waiting |
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Among my brothers a proud einherjar |
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Ready to fight in the final war |