Solitary houses by the fjord
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Rain is drifting in small water chains
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Silent voices talking behind walls
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Fire burning keeps us warm
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Will they come my way?
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Will this change my fate?
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Do they ask for friendship?
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Do they speak my language?
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Will they come my way?
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The new sound arises from their base
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And now it's rowing from the south
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Stay and swim back and forth
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Skraelings are in search for the shore
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Will they come my way?
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Will this change my fate?
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Do they ask for friendship?
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Do they speak my language?
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Will they come my way?
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Usher men
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In the boats
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Holding spears
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getting close
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Swear struck, Ha!
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Getting low, Ha!
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I don't know
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Lower the swords
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Will they come my way?
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Will this change my fate?
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Do they ask for friendship?
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Do they speak my language?
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Will they come my way?
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Skraelings
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Leaves' Eyes |