Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
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the fields down there and the ravine below
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Where the elements feast in reckless desire
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A raven is seated
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Where the sun cannot reach,
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only teriffic storms prevail
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In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar
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My heart it beats the pulse of ancient times
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The countless rythem, the rattling stones
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My weapon cleanse the filth of all bones
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Tender are the havens
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wich remain on the open plains
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The shadow crawls
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upon the resort of the remnaints
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Even toward the hills lie shattered shields
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The winter it hunts all their hearts in fear
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And the river drifts with the resolution of thunder
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Infernal are the storms in wich our shelter stand
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Their strongest grip of fear, and our shelter tear
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Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
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the fields down there and the ravine below
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He beholds a kingdom of grace, savage yet fair
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The Eye Of Oden
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| Borknagar |
