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Waves are cutting like a knife of time |
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On the slippery rocks that still stands besides the shore |
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Two eyes are eyeing the seas |
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Towards the seas that once brought his ancestors glory |
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A lonely mind is longing |
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For the raising of sails |
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A swordarm is longing hungrily |
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To cut the throats of cowards |
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A forgotten treasure is now recovered |
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Brought out from the darkness of Midgard |
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Its powers will never again disappear |
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It is guarded by a man from Hordaland |
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A night of sorrow will soon be over |
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Memories from ancient times will glow |
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A wind blows away the dust from an ancient sword |
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Two ravens will predict his return |
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The sets in the west |
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He lifts his proud face |
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He looks towards the North Star |
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The Man From Hordaland |