"...from the darkness, risen our of blackness,
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a flame once, burning like red blood
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was seen by those who waited for the battle,
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to lead them to where blood will soon be shed..."
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The oars were shoved into the water,
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the wind blew strong and filled the sails
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of dragonships
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set out for a vikingish foray...
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The runes were scratched into the swordblades,
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wielded by heathen of the north
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to the glory of
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Valfreya, Asynja, Vanadis !!!
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As darkness fell and all was silent
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the air was filled with smell of death
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and fires burned
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as a sign of asatruian pride !!!
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"...The seashore burned like fire
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and blood ran down the sands...
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Another day of victory
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in unknown foreign lands...
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...Guided we are by Allfather's might..."
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...Where Blood Will Soon Be Shed
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Falkenbach |