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over the mountains, trodden the plains
walked in the freezing snow, also the rains
reaching end and crossed the lines
through the fangs and sometimes tides
luck goes to he who keeps alive
wages of every persistent strive
it starts before the coming of light
choice is freedom, magic of one's might
land now chaos, crown is pledged
as warrior fiercely alleged
byrnies cast off, only shields at best
and now puts our strength to the test
ranks plant feet firm and strong
great sacrifice will be passed down in song
As we now enter fierce battle's rage
all that remains is a sea of bright red
slain by arrow, sword blood shed
mourn not passing, shed not a tear
for norsemen in battle, never known fear
pass on the tales of their deeds through the years
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..... norsemen .....
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