Far away beyond the horizon,
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above the shadows of the horses' hoofs,
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a maiden behind a golden shield
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in a chariot rides across the sky.
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Two ravens are above us,
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a long forgotten tale,
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how it is to reach the utter hail
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and the eyes of a Valkyrjur caress your heart...
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When a lightning strikes with pride
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and a thunder roars upon us,
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when the trees will be beckoned by their dew
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again
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the icecold mist shows us our way...
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Then be sure, oh thy heathenhearts,
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our time will soon be there,
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when the one-eyed God walks amidst us
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and the neighing will be deep inside of our
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hearts...
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One day we will tear the hearts
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of the ones who stay against us,
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the nine worlds are in our hands
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since we've found the key of Valgrind.
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No wolf will ever subdur us,
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oh Freya hear my words,
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forever I'll be in your retinue
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and await to sense your breath...
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Once you will open your eyes
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while a maiden is kneeing at your side,
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and she will kiss you to awake
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for you will stride the mighty rainbowbridge...
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Two ravens are above you,
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they will show you the final way
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across the river and over the mountain,
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into the ardent awaited land...
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...The Ardent Awaited Land...
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| Falkenbach |
