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Then a bright night descended
Over mountains and fjords
In the moonlight a large and stunning bay
On the hillside one orphan sat by a fire
And whispered in the night

He reminisced the devastating night
When the farms were burned to the ground
One by one were they defiled
A carnage he forever would despise

But to him were nothing to happen again
The orphan set patiently ready to kill
As darkness flew in like an unwelcome bid
His fire died out, the fire died out

Barely to be seen a motion stirred the water
Silence heavy in the air like a threat
With it a fear of what was to come
Something was afoot
Someone on their way
Someone on their way

The fjords went red this starry night
Their ships lit the skies with roaring fire
On the white peaks one man appeared
Beheld the sight

As night fell the enemy approached
The fjords shuddered
Never again were houses to burn

As night fell the enemy approached
The fjords shuddered
Never again were houses to burn
Sharpened swords were soon to make sure
Never to rest with sword in hand

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