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From the lands of Sweden they came |
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862 was the year |
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Sailing under the flag |
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Of Rurik spreading fear |
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Novgorod was their stronghold called |
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The lands around they subdue |
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Blonde warriors cunning |
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Mighty and true |
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The rivers they rule |
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Warriors to the core |
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The Rus they are called |
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Standing proud and tall |
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Here their word is the law |
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The Rus they are called |
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Swjatoslav their present king |
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His names's like thunder on the plain |
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He conquered the bulgars |
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And chasars by sword and flame |
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[Chorus] |
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They rule the rivers to Miklagard |
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And to pass we must pay |
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A mighty kingdom |
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To last for many a day |
