Wake up
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And take your brand
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Long os the path through the forest
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Wind is spinning the thick mist
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Sans stars, sans moon
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Only silence everlasting
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Wake up
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Open your frozen eyes
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Behind the brooding mountains at your home
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Your well-beloved woman is shedding teras
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And lonely warm fire in her eyes i teras
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Reflects it self
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Wake up
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Your children will go out to meet you half-way
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Waiting for you
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They would carry your shield
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And lead your horse by bridle
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And your ravishing by mead
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Would your close friends with gifts
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Endowded and greet them heartily
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Wake up
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Who will carry your brand soaked in blood
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Who will wash your wounds
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Who will warm your frozen hands up
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Your mouth in wry
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Gasthly grimace enfurled
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Wake up
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And even if you are fay, be fierce for death
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Dont let her to devour your flash
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Spirits for ancestor gathered a far from here
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Like a murky cloud of fowls
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Wind is pulling them about
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lashing them
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It is time for wind... for wind...
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Only Your Spirit will Return
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Lord Wind |