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Heimdall gazes east |
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A sail has caught his eye |
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He lifts his hand and sounds the horn |
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The undead army has arrived |
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Here comes Nagelfar |
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With Laufey's son on board |
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He brings chaos, hate and wrath |
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He brings the war to end all wars |
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Heimdall knows his fate |
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The end of all nine worlds |
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It's what the Vala has foreseen |
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He knows that everything shall burn |
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Facing Lopt's deceit |
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Now they finally meet |
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The champion and his enemy |
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On Vigrid's plains they'll find defeat |
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Their swords meet in a mighty clash |
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War cries sound, horns they blast |
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Their eager weapons whip and thrash |
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This day when all shall end |
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The lords of war are equal strong |
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This battle frantic and forlorn |
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The blades sing a macabre song |
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This day when all shall end |
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Heimdall's blade bites burning sharp |
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As it cuts through flesh and bone |
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Blood comes gushing from the wound |
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As Loke's head falls tumbling |
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Rolling to the burning ground |
