Night is running cold
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As we prepare the feast
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Remembering deeds, beyond the great sea,
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Bunch of Vikings memories
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Agnes, oh Agnes!
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Jewel of Normandy
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A generous gift from goddess Freya
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In the pillage after victory
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Agnes, Agnes!
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Jewel of Normandy
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A generous gift from goddess Freya
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In the pillage after victory
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Dance around the fire
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That toasts the pig's skin
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Rattle with moon, shuffle the stars
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Let we have a parody
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In this night we drink together
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Countless horns filled with mead
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Until the dawn calls
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We stand on our feet with tencay
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Agnes, Agnes!
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Source of inner ecstasy
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Scream in French as we hammer together
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In horned symphony
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Agnes, Agnes!
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Source of inner ecstasy
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Scream in French as we hammer together
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In horned symphony
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Until dawn we speak
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Of brave warriors deeds
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Conquered shores, raided lands
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Poor wretched enemies...
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In those times we fought together
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With Odhinn's blinding rage
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No pain shall make us fall
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Taste a bond to immortality
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In those times we fought together
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With Odhinn's blinding rage
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No pain shall make us fall
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Taste a bond to immortality
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Sca is sliced with drakkar ships
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It's time to slow, the winds of skips
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Storms are defeated with mastery
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Hands and wood in perfect synergy
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Reigns, kingdoms, lands afar
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All within a Viking's gasp
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Dreadful incursion have no resistance
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For without warning they are unleashed
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With lightning speed they're complete
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Decks are filled as lands are depleted
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Viking's Horned Parody
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| Gwydion |
