| From the mists of the mountains a deafening call
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| Bellows down over the plains
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| On a host of battle-worn ears it does fall
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| Pushing out through the thunder and rain
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| These men of the north they have suffered too long
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| The anger it swells in their veins
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| Of the spirited roars of lost warriors' songs
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| Distant echoes are all that remain
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| And my voice is my violence
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| Clear the sky's frozen tears
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| And no more we'll be silent
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| With this Sovngarde song in our ears
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| And we stand tall
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| Sons of the snow
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| We will not fall
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| Under these blows
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| For our hearts they are hardy
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| Our spirits are strong
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| And our voices are lifted into
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| This Sovngarde song
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| Conquer the anger and ravenous rage!
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| Make it a part of your power
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| Pummeling down let your bloodlust engage!
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| Under your force they will cower
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| Feeling the fury so pure and so bright
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| Breaking the bonds of surrender
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| Under the moon for our home we will fight
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| And we will die to defend her
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| And my voice is my violence
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| Clear the sky's frozen tears
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| And no more we'll be silent
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| With this Sovngarde song in our ears
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| And we stand tall
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| Sons of the snow
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| We will not fall
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| Under these blows
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| For our hearts they are hardy
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| Our spirits are strong
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| And our voices are lifted into
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| This Sovngarde song
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| These perilous peaks
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| On the rim of the sky
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| I move in the midst
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| Of the clouds drifting by
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| At the top of the world
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| On a white doomful day
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| Men of wisdom will show me the way
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| And we stand tall
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| Sons of the snow
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| We will not fall
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| Under these blows
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| For our hearts they are hardy
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| Our spirits are strong
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| And our voices are lifted into
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| This Sovngarde song |