...In ancient times once rode across the land
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a man unknown on a horse of untold grand,
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adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold
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of whom the tales since ages unknown told...
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...The man arrived at the shore of sea
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and gazed onto the nightly sky,
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his ears could hear and his eyes could see
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two ravens dark as night passing by...
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...In a distance far the thunder sounds
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and lightnings reached the frozen grounds,
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his breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong
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as the day now came, awaited oh so long...
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...Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed
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when the dawn heralds the twilight of the day...
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Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand
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for a heathenish foray...
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...Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow
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over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face
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so he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill
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like a welcome to all those who trod this place...
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...He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his neck
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he forced his way though he didn't saw the path,
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but he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill
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and the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill...
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...His eyes could see the forrest <forest?> shining bright
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and its trees reflected solens golden light,
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the sound of horns then reached his ears
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to welcome him and take away his fears...
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...from all their lands the kings, they came
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with their retinue of countless men,
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and the maiden in full armour sat on their horses,
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winged, until the right began...
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So he rested a while an <and?> recovered from his ride,
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the horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light,
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and the elder ones sang tales about the past,
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of their ancestors pride, that will forever last...
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...As the darkness fell and gone was solens light
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the silernce <silence?> ruled amongst the men of heathenpride,
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who now gathered in a mighty battle-line
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and awaited their Gods to give the final sign...
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The Heathenish Foray
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Falkenbach |