| Thy time hath come, thou shalt be honoured
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| A glorious life thou hast lead
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| Father of mine, greate warrior
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| The halle up highe lies aheade
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| Stallions shalle be sacrificed
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| Thy ship hath been raised
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| The weapons of thine are placed at thy side
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| A slave hath been chosen to followe her lorde
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| Into the realm far beyond
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| Thy last fyre lights up the solemn nighte
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| Thy last fyre under the northern sky
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| Lead off the ceremony
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| Lay a rope arounde her neck
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| Strangle the slave and the poniard
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| Will end her burning flame
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| Shieldes are pounding the nighte
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| Drowning her fearfilling cries
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| Torches are throwne onto the stake
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| Thy ship stands aflame, northwards to sail
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| The laste course of thine to fulfill
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| Thy last fyre lights up the solemn nighte
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| Thy last fyre under the northern sky
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| Ritual flames upon Midgard’s lande
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| Transitional burning tonighte
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| Thy last fyre
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| Mourning leaves the dead no reste
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| No sleep, no repose
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| He would gad aboute an intruder to be
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| Tears cried after thee would burden thy chest
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| But thou shalt not returne to bring mischief
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| Thy ship stands aflame, northwards to sail
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| The laste course of thine to fulfill
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| Thy last fyre lights up the solemn nighte
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| Thy last fyre under the northern sky
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| Ritual flames upon Midgard’s lande
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| Transitional burning tonighte
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| Thy last fyre |