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The skies are open, smell of a danger in the air |
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We ride in the northwind over the mountains without a care |
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Adventures calling beyond the faraway stars |
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The battles has been won, falling enemies ships on fire |
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Diving through the void, the wings are spread to take us higher |
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No place to call home in underworld or sky |
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Living on the edge, looking danger into the eye |
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Flying towards the stars so bright |
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Straight into the heart of the night |
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Wings of darkness carrying the spirits of us |
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The skies are open for atomic Vikings to roam |
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And when the quest is ended, Vallhalla will then be our home |
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No place is safe from us in underworld of sky |
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Living on the edge, looking danger into the eye |