The far north
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Between the snowy falls
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We stand - we think
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The time that passed
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...The times that are gone
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For they reminded us
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Of the times of glory... our pride
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When our swords could drink
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The blood of the weak
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Now they're all gone...
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Proud men have flown to Valhalla
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Left behind are only memories
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That hail us now...
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We live under a shadow
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In depression and woe...
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There hasn't been dignity
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For a thousand years...
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There won't be... that's too much to ask
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Come Fimbulvetr
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Come Fimbulvetr
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| Darkwoods My Betrothed |
