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A sword of fire and an axe of cold |
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Vision of the |
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Sibyl has foretold |
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Armies gather on the battle-plain |
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All will fall and earth will die in flame |
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Here on the battle-plain |
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We will die in flame |
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In falcon's feathers soaring overhead |
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Choosing warriors among the dead |
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Twilight written in the runes of crones |
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Freya weeps upon her golden throne |
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Upon her golden throne |
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We wait for her alone |
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Call us unto you hall |
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Take us into your thrall |
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The battle rages, but they fight in vain |
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When all is done it must begin again |
