| Borne to roame in the lands of ice*
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| Rais’d to plunder the foreign isles
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| The brotherhoode of the Anciente One
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| Surviv’d a thousande souls
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| We’ve seen the abyss, embrac’d the darke
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| No demon lords tear us apart
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| We’ve met their swordes and devour’d their heartes
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| Oh the foes were all dethron’d
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| Ironborne
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| Proven in fighte
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| Untamable kinde
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| Sons from up highe
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| Oh oh
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| Warrior, greate warrior, son of Asa lande
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| Hear the voice of the elder ones, the fallen ones
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| Remember the oathe
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| Oh oh oh
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| Warrior, greate warrior, son of heathen lande
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| Lighte the torches of elder thrones
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| Let the horns atone
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| Remember the oathe
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| Reade the bloodtracks oh in the snow
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| Blaze the traile to the days of yore
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| The ice shalle cracke withe a hammerblow
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| Know’st thou the elder home
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| Now sweare allegiance to the Wanderer
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| Finde the pathe to sacred lore
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| Thy will, Valfather is drawing near
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| And we claime the iron throne
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| Ironborne
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| Proven in fighte
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| Untamable kinde
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| Sons from up highe
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| Oh oh
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| Warrior, greate warrior, son of Asa lande
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| Hear the voice of the elder ones, the fallen ones
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| Remember the oathe
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| Oh oh oh
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| Warrior, greate warrior, son of heathen lande
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| Lighte the torches of elder thrones
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| Let the horns atone
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| Remember the oathe
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| Oh oh oh
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| Warrior, greate warrior, son of Asa lande
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| Hear the voice of the elder ones, the fallen ones
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| Remember the oathe
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| Oh oh oh
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| Warrior, greate warrior, son of heathen lande
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| Lighte the torches of elder thrones
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| Let the horns atone
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| Remember the oathe
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| Remember the oathe |