He hung on the windswept world tree
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Whose roots no one knows
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For nine whole days he hung there pierced
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By Gugnir, his spear
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Swimming in pain he peered into the depths
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And cried out in agony
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Reaching out he grasped the runes
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Before falling back from the abyss
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He gave himself unto himself
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In a world of sheering pain
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So that we all may live our lives
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By the wisdom that he gained
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You doubted him, and spread their lies
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Across the world, with sword in hand
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You raped our souls, and stole our right
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All for the words of mild-mannered man
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You listened to mild-mannered god
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And put your faith in deceitful words
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Your powertrip was paid by blood
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In kindness' name you spilled our blood
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I refuse to submit
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To the god you say is kind
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I know what's right, and it is time
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It's time to fight, and free our minds
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Let me die without fear!
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As I have lived without it
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So shut your mouth and spare my ears
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I'm fed up with all your bullshit
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After a thousand years of oppression
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Let the berserks rise again
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Let the world hear these words once more:
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"Save us, oh lord, from the wrath of the Norseman"
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Our spritis were forged in snow and ice
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To bend like steel forged over fire
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We were not made to bend like reed
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Or turn the other cheek
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He grasped the runes, they're ours to use
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Thousand Years Of Oppression
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| Amon Amarth |
