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Off we sail from |
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Svea shores |
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To test our steel through out the world |
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Soon to come a raging battle |
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The strong will join and the weak shall fall |
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The army of immortals rise |
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To seek revenge of all the false |
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So we raise the hammer high |
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And call to |
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Odin for a sign... |
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Join us in this holy war |
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Against the world and all it stands for |
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Crush the men of fashion's flow, |
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The slaves of |
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Christ and the thrells of |
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Islam Riding on the blackest wind |
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We can't be stopped, we cannot fail |
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So we raise the horn of pride |
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And drink to glory and victory... |
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Onward into countless battles |
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We took the crown from sacred land |
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Soon return to |
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Birka shores |
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Through storm, rain and hellish waters |
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Men of power, strength and might |
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Were born to live forever more |
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So we raise the hammer high |
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And call to |
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Thor for a sign... |
