[Grim man's tale:]
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[I:]</i> A flaming blade of the dark shadows struck the lands
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with furious lightning it fell into the hands of man
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And the ancient fire came down
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down from the sky into the ground
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The clouds moved aside as the sword was cast from the sky
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Burnt by a mark of fire, who shall make this find
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And the grey clouds were watching down, down from the sky into the ground
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...As the shapes of light were drowned
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[II:]</i> Creatures started crowling from the ashes and smoke
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and the night was cursed and drifting within the winds so cold
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And the knights from the sea were marching down
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to the deep caverns down, down where the old spells are found
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The war was growing in the old lands and towns
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from the mountains war drums pounded with a defeaning sound
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They'll seek the Sowrd forevermore, until in battle they'll fall
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...Now, hear the battle's call
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Who dares to play with death
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Who smells the dragon's breath
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No grief for the fallen ones
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The search for the sword has begun
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[Carved in stone:]
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Great as the mountains and seas
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Grim as the earth and old trees
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Made from the glimmer of golden lakes
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Chained with fire that never fades
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Rocks and stones they carve and mould
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when the rivers run fierce and cold
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May this chant haunt your past
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for this Sword is yours at last
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Raise the arms the battle is near
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Through the mud and waters clear
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The blood is coloring the lands again
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A sign of victory the wind will send
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Sword Chant
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| Ensiferum |
