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...from the darkness, risen our of blackness, |
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a flame once, burning like red blood |
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was seen by those who waited for the battle, |
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to lead them to where blood will soon be shed..." |
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The oars were shoved into the water, |
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the wind blew strong and filled the sails |
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of dragonships |
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set out for a vikingish foray... |
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The runes were scratched into the swordblades, |
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wielded by heathen of the north |
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to the glory of |
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Valfreya, Asynja, Vanadis !!! |
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As darkness fell and all was silent |
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the air was filled with smell of death |
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and fires burned |
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as a sign of asatruian pride !!! |
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"...The seashore burned like fire |
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and blood ran down the sands... |
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Another day of victory |
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in unknown foreign lands... |
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...Guided we are by Allfather's might... |
