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I see a dark sail on the horizon |
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Set under a black cloud that hides the sun |
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Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding |
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Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman |
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Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing |
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Take women and children and bed them down |
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Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding |
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Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman |
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Bless with a hard hearth and those who surround me |
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Bless the women and children, who firm our hands |
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Put our backs to the north wind, hold fast by the river |
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Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland |
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I see a dark sail on the horizon |
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Set under a black cloud that hides the sun |
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So bring me my broadsword and clear understanding |
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Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman |
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So bring me my broadsword and a cross of gold as a talisman |
