| At distant shores lie threescore of dragonboats*
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| Awaiting the breake of dawne
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| Tyr by my side, the ravens cry up highe
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| To smother The Cruciform
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| Oh, hear the bells, the lies are crawling near
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| Invading our heathen homes
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| One final stande, a hundred suns from home
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| In the name of the elder ones
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| Turn to face the vengeance for our poisoned landes
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| Thy final blessing by this pagan hande
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| Ravens calling, Brothers falling
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| For the glory of Asa lande
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| Kings were blinded, my people dying
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| In the greate plains of Asa lande
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| Swift as arrows, running withe the wolves we’ll fighte
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| Oh Yggdrasil, I will sense your pain
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| From far beyond the valkyries chant my name
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| Oh, by the gods, my blade won’t fail
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| Oh, show the cross men from blacksteele we were forged
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| Now meet thy maker by my father’s sworde
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| Ravens calling, Brothers falling
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| For the glory of Asa lande
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| Kings were blinded, my people dying
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| In the greate plains of Asa lande
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| Lowe downe your flags, leade thy army off fielde
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| And beg forgiveness for a thousande years
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| Of rape, murder and tyranny
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| Ravens calling, Brothers falling
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| For the glory of Asa lande
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| Kings were blinded, my people dying
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| It’s the greate revenge of the Asa lande |