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"I har alle bevidnet et l?nge kendt ritual. Konger dor pa denne vis" |
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No more battle noise, nor crying this night. |
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The whole of England is silent, stopped is every fight. |
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As the heathen knife falls down onto King Aella's spine, |
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Blood runs onto York, no christian light will shine. |
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Ivarr pulled his ribs one by one out of his back, |
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Wings of blood won't make him fly, he just longs for a heartbreak! |
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All of you have witnessed, a ritual long time known: |
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Blood Eagle, Kings Die This Way! |
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The clouds gathered above, to witness and behold |
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The landing of an Eagle on the walls of this stronghold. |
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As the heathen knife falls down onto King Aella's spine, |
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Blood runs onto York, no christian light will shine. |
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Ivarr pulled his ribs one by one out of his back, |
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Wings of blood won't make him fly, he just longs for a heartbreak! |
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All of you have witnessed, a ritual long time known: |
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Blood Eagle, Kings Die This Way! |
