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A great stone of the |
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Ancient ones... |
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It has passed from a father to a son |
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All the years it has been the same... |
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The greatest saint of the northern ways |
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So many storms have passed by, so many lives still have to die |
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Before Seita is satisfied and gives us the peaceful life |
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Mighty shades of the sunless days are our cradles as well as graves |
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Seita never betrays his sons, |
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Northern folk's holiest |
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GodSo many storms have passed by, so many lives still have to be sacrificed |
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Before Seita is satisfied and gives us the peaceful life |
