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Death of Northern Sons


We've showed no mercy, no fear to them
Proudly we've died with sword in our hand
In the floor all covered in blood

Northern sons have fought to death

We've chosen to never heal and die
With dignity at the eyes of Odin
May the wind blow the winder's snow
Of the northern sons last journey

Hordes are marching against the wind
In the land of Winter doomed to end
One for all and all for one
They'll stand against the beasts

The sky will soon become dark
No light or hope for all of us
This is the last victorious day
Gather your weapons to fight tonight

Northern sons will rise

Beasts will rise to destroy
But they will soon be gone
When the sea comes to wash away
The ashes of the battle

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