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Odin's two ravens are on the wing - |
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See them soaring o'er the battlefield: |
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Their deep, dark eyesare fixed |
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On the honored dead that lie thereon |
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Ravens on the wing - |
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With coarse voices sing |
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An epitaph of glorious deeds |
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Of the fallen Vikings! |
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Spreading their black wings, |
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Coal-hued feathers in the wind - |
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They fly etched against the bright |
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And spotless morning sky |
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Memory and thought, |
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They remember and they revere |
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The warriors who fought well |
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But feast upon the eyes of cravens dead |
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Ravens on the wing - |
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With coarse voices sing |
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An epitaph of glorious deeds |
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Of the fallen Vikings! |
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With the setting of the sun |
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They return to Valhalla |
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To sit on the shoulders |
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Of the one-eyed god |
