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A wind arose one day from the North |
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And it did call to the sons Odin's host - |
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Ships they prepared and weapons of war, |
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Then raised their sails to this glorious wind! |
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Far, far away! And away further still! |
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Vikings are sailing headed for the East; |
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What pallid fear o'ertakes their enemies |
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When they spot afar Drakkars in the mist! |
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A wind arose one day from the North |
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Calling to the warriors of mighty Thor - |
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Ships they prepared and weapons of war, |
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Then raised their sails to this glorious wind! |
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They fight by day and feast by night, |
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They know no quarter, no defeat - |
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Grim were the lands that bore them, |
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Grimmer still they have become |
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A wind arose one day from the North |
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Blowing in the hearts of those loyal to Tyr; |
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Ships they prepared and weapons of war, |
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Then raised their sails to this glorious wind! |
