Now finally on the way
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Strong winds will take us home
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No one we will obey
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But our gods all alone
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The oars are gliding in
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The blackened nordic sea
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And driven by the wind
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The waves we must defeat
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The voice we can here is the old northern call
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Still guiding us on our course
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This song in the wind born in warrior's hall
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Is leading our way back home
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Arrival is a feast
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We've been gone for far too long
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Remembering the dead
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Many brothers, they are gone
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But with their swords in hand
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And restless souls within
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We'll return to the land
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That they are buried in
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You feel the bond when you are born
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Where mountains touch the sky
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Eternal ice and raging storms
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Up where the eagles fly
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You hear the hooves of Sleipnir pound
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Wolves and ravens by his side
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With one eye watch us through the clouds
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And take us as we die
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The Voice Of The Gods
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Dark At Dawn |