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Crave the blood of our grands |
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Consumed by eternal haze |
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Left the path of roaring ties |
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Led by ancient signs |
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Sorrow lies |
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See the lightning's magic glare |
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Fire, water, earth and air |
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Sow the seeds to our land |
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Reaped by honoured men |
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Mourning fens to memorize |
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Joy of balmy-granted suns |
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Pride... and sorrow dies |
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Fill the mead on our lips |
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Hail and sing to send away... |
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Away the weeps! |
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And shame as curse on our hands |
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Buried by voracious sands |
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Heft the burden of our sins |
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Led by weird wins |
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Now we bleed |
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Seal the hightning's tragic dull |
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Colour, grimed by human hull |
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Row the weeds of our land |
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Awoken by indebted men |
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Duty calls to vitalize |
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Joy of balmy-granted suns |
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Pride... and sorrow dies |
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Fill the mead on our lips |
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Send away the worthless weeps |
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The weeps of our orphaned kind |
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We'd forgot about pride |
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But fylfot flies in bloodied skies |
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Inundated souls rise! |
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And sorrow dies... |