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In the land of the North
In the mist of the mountain's top
In the caves of the old
Shadows are fading away

In the silent dark nights
In the stormy and snowy days
In the rivers and paths
Shadows are melting away

Facing the fearless lord
Riding the dragon of North
Fighting and dying and rising and falling
And coming again from the dead

Hearing whispers and calls
Coming from cold waterfalls
Speaking and talking and telling
The stories of forgotten battles and wars

Marching alone towards the gate
Seeing the throne of brave and old age
Feeling the triumph of the spirits of old
Hearing the voices of the victorious horde

March through the valley, follow your fate
In thunder and rain crossing the gates
Looking the signs from above and beyond
Knowing the power that comes from the old

Enter the battle bringing the end
Of the short life, forged in pain
Follow the signs leading to the path
Where the death and life come to an end

Rise from the ashes holding your sword
Shining of steel covered with blood
Welcome the triumph of the ancient age
Join this battle, fighting with rage
Follow your heart, the voice inside
Leading your soul, where ancient shadows flow

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