Born like a true hammerchild
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I was along time ago.
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Dubbed with lightning and steel
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in the sign of the ravens.
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Cold nordic winds
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sweep across our land
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with air
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breathed in the sky.
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Under the wings
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of Odins messengers we live.
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Carrying on our nordic blood
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from fathers to sons.
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In the sign of the ravens,
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our hearts still pounds.
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To the might of thy hammer,
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we are eternally bound.
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In the sign of the ravens,
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our hearts still pounds.
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To the might of thy hammer,
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we are eternally bound.
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Strong ancient spirits
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gurdes our way of living,
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with scenes
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seen way up in Valhall.
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When the horn is blown
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we will stand united
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in long armoured lines,
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ready for the eastern treat.
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We shall fight beneath the sky,
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as you fight above.
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We shall all be willing to die,
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in the sign of the ravens.
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In The Sign Of The Ravens
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| Mithotyn |
