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Down he rode from the hills where he was born |
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With sword and shield and baatle axe in hand |
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Young and strong he was the chosen one |
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To lead the armies and to defend his land |
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The day had come to kill the intruders |
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By the shore, the enemies now stand |
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ODIN GUIDE |
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MY SWORD A |
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ND I'LL SL |
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AY THE ENE |
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MY ODIN GU |
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IDE MY SWO |
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RD TO ETER |
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NAL VICTOR |
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Y Strenghtened by the words of his own father: |
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Son, you must be merciless and brave! |
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Never let them take an inch of land, |
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No, he'd never let his family be raped |
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Never let them march upon his fields, |
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No, he's never let his people be enslaved |
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ODIN GUIDE |
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MY SWORD A |
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ND I'LL SL |
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AY THE ENE |
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MY ODIN GU |
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IDE MY SWO |
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RD TO ETER |
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NAL VICTOR |
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Y Thor of might now throws his hammer in wrath |
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Thunder roar the lightning strikes the sky |
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Now the battle rages into chaos |
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Blood is running strong and the valkyries fly |
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Finally the defender stands victorious |
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And Vlahalla awaits for the brave who died |
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ODIN GUIDE |
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MY SWORD A |
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ND I'LL SL |
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AY THE ENE |
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MY ODIN GU |
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IDE MY SWO |
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RD TO ETER |
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NAL VICTOR |
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Y VICTORY |