The mountain's apexes
Through ages of discord
Are keeping from the years
The tale about the son of Thor.

He hasn't bent his head
Not knelt before the king
But he has trod the lands
That no one has over seen.

Sometimes he was alone
And suffered poverty and slavery's yoke.
Yet, of the has a great success
And knew no limits to his valor,
He played the hide'n'seek with
Death - son of Thor.

He saw the even rows
Of the unfolded flags
At the time when the fiery dragon
Was besieging the world of peace
And he despised the men
Who were like humble slaves
And the deathly fight began
Near the Gate of Destiny.

The soul was torn
By the piercing groan
The evil's fangs he saw in the dark.
But having gone
No sinful deeds
He stayed
Beyond the reach of death

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