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Nobody can be back from that forgotten land
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The furthest one, the blac,
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Lonely and gloomy sand
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The bridge's narrow and thin
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The sentry waits patiently
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People to pass it
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In despair but valiantly
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No one reduced his pace
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No one looked back with grief
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No one changed his face
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No one felt relieved
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You sense their noisy treads
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And look the stone face
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And they seem the dead
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Of a forgotten race
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[chorus]
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Last land, last land
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With the sword in my hand
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Just a word I can hardly say
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While our foe we slay... Walhalla!
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Mighty Odin just states
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No surrender but defeat
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Real warriors learn too late
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That die is like to beat
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Glory in war is always better
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Than honour, love and wealth
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Written in golden letters
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Present and future destroyed by strength
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All of them, have been killed
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Wthout dropping their blade
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Ranks of gods, have been filled
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To make war when giants invades
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Valkiries have chooses their sore
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Warriors doomed the fall
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Leading them into war
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In the days of armageddon
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Walhalla
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| DARK MOOR |
