Rain and thunder, fire and wind
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Come with me, I leave with the tide
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I wrap my cloak closer 'round my shoulders
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To keep me warm from the raging storm
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The spirits are here to guide my journey
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Over the edge of the world
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A thousand wounds cry in my soul
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Love and pain, a bleeding heart
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Where the runes still speak
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I 'm coming home
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Where the runes still speak
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Alone I stand on this stony coast
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Winds of spring whisper through the trees
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The grey horizon gives me life again
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Tee, and stone, the voices of the gods
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No woman can show me where the fire burns
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No preacher can tell me who I am
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My blood is calling me from Asaland
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I'm on my way home in the end
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A homeward son will claim his heritage
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walk the soil of this earth
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The pen will be his mighty sword
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And the truth his defence
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I've travelled roads that lead to wonder
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I've seen cities rise and fall
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The burden, the cross of a pilgrim
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I bear no more, the son is coming home
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You closed the door, but I won't give
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Somewhere my new life will begin
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Countless treasures I shared with you
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The only one left is my solitude
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Where The Runes Still Speak
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