Far away, Beyond the bay
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Rugged hills tower over the woods
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A fort stands steadfastly on each top
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No pinewood this enchanting at night,
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Nor water so blue or bright
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This is the land of the Fenns
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Once the trees were as old as the world
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Whole Tavastia was quiet and tranquil
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Now those days have gone by
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Left: mourning and loud war cries
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A chain of six bonfires blaze
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People start running back and forth
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In these distant towns of North
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Hundreds of years We've fought
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Thousands of men dropped their sword
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'til the last man falls - We vow
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Blow Your horns, Prepare for war
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War ships float towards the town
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With crosses sewed on their sails
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The huge fort gates are boomed
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The ones left outside are doomed
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United against the cross We stand
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Suddenly all the people fell quiet
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The cloudless heavens turned scarlet
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Drumskins strongly boomed from the skies
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The signs of warfare were in front of our eyes
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See the battle raging - Grab Your sword
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A distant thunder rumbling - Bend your bows
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The great arrows fly, Stallions whine
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Long chains creak, Heath echoing
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Finally the victory is achieved
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Last enemies retreat
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Much blood have been spilled
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Hundreds of men been killed
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Cheering and celebrating can be heard
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Far away, Beyond the bay
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Rugged hills tower over the woods
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A fort stands steadfastly on each top
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When will the old Gods fall?
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For how long will the spirit live on?
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United against the cross we stand
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Til The Last Man Falls
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| Turisas |
