At the tables of the North
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Man is used to blizzards and storms
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Their arms are tempered by the work of their swords
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Gallantness and faith fills their hearts
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The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds
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In a smithy high up in the skies
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On an anvil of honor, with a hammer of blood
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The four winds pounded
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The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds
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In a smithy high up in the skies
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On an anvil of courage, with a hammer of sweat
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The four winds pounded
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Over vast steppes
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Horsemen ride for day and night
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With honor and glory in their minds
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The Eastmen ride
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Under the sun
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The soldiers of the South sing their songs
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Endless scorching deserts
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Have trained these men
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Take this sign into Your heart and be brave
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Let it lead You to Your glory or Your grave
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Today
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Hear me, my warriors
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Soldiers from all the edges of the world
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Let us join our forces
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To an army, united
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The four winds guide Us
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The heart of Turisas leads our way
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Our drums echo: Forward march
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Our horns cry for victory
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Beyond the ocean
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The warriors of the West bend their bows
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In the name of the Eagle
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These brave men fight
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The heart of Turisas was forged by four winds
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In a smithy high up in the skies
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On an anvil of glory, with a hammer of tears
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The four winds pounded
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The Heart Of Turisas
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| Turisas |
