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I feel a chill in my heart |
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Like lingering winter cold |
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I and my son are torn apart |
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He was just 6 winters old |
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My first born was he and the last of my kin |
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The last one to carry my name |
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Death smiled at him it's deadly grin |
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There is no one for me to blame |
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The fate of |
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Norns await us all |
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There is no way to escape |
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The day to answer |
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Oden's call |
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Or walk through hel's gate |
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I carry him to my ship |
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He seems to be asleep |
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But the deep blue color of his lips |
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Is enough to make me weep |
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No man should have to bury his child |
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Yet this has been my share |
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The tears |
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I shed run bitter and wild |
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It's a heavy burden to bear |
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His body feels so light in my arms |
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His skin is pale as snow |
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Yet his weight feels heavy in my heart |
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As my sadness continues to grow |
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All father |
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What fate has been given me? |
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Why must I suffer? |
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Why must I feel this pain? |
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All father |
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Life has lost it's meaning to me |
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I think, I'm going insane |
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I lay him down on a pyre |
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A burial worthy a |
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KingAnd as |
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I lie down by his side |
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I hear the weaving |
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Norns sing |
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The fate of |
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Norns await us all |
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There is no way to escape |
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The day to answer |
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Oden's call |
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Or walk through hel's gate |
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The fate of |
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Norns await us all |
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I know this to be true |
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It's time to answer |
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Odens's call |
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My son, he calls for me and you |
