| A battle on distant shore
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| Seawolves warth sweep the land
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| Down from the skies Valkyries ride
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| And walk the field halowed by Tyr
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| The fight is hard, axes are swung
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| Swords bite sharp, men are slewn
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| The ground turns red, bloodsoaked field
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| Dead man’s last bed and Odin sees
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| Vikings fall, in blood they lie
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| The webs of Norn’s, they’ve met their fate
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| With shield and sword they’ve benn brought in pride
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| To the mighty doors of the Speargod’s hall
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| The gates open and into the hall of braves
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| The silently walk
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| The one-eyed sits in glory mighty
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| Raises his cup and says:
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| «Pa Vida Fґltet
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| Hґrmґn Svingat
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| Det Blanket Svґrdet
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| Och Banen M†tt
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| Till Den H†ges Sal
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| de I «ra F†rts
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| Och Vid Mj†det H†r
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| Odin Kvґda»
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| Dawn breaks, the Einherjer go to Relive their fight
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| With passion swords held high
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| As they ride in the morning mist
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| The sun warms the air, Warcries sound
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| Tor Hjelpe! |
| The battle begins
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| Charging horses with fire breath
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| Rush to battle, in glory die!
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| Swords sing in joy, again they cut
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| With shining edges, bloodstained steel
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| Axes shine, again they’ve been swung
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| Ripping flesh, death be done
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| And the cold night comes with charging darkness
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| To Odin’s hall the Einherjer return
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| A feast awaits, until the next day
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| When warriors eyes again shall burn |