| This woodland village is the only home I’ve ever known
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| Through burning tears I watch it all consumed by flames
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| From the south they came with iron and fire
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| I take my father’s blade and shield into my vengeful hands
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| I won’t lay down my sword until they’ve all been slain
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| From the north I will come with cold, hateful judgment
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| This tale of vengeance will be told
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| As written in the blood of my foes
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| This tale of vengeance will unfold
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| Before the night is done they will fall
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| The blood upon my hands avenges all that I have lost
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| But sill the battle-rage is coursing through my veins
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| From the south they came with iron and fire
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| I stand victorious above the final treacherous dog
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| The world becomes an empty shell now as he dies
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| From the north I will come with cold, hateful judgment
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| This tale of vengeance will be told
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| As written in the blood of my foes
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| This tale of vengeance will unfold
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| Before the night is done they will fall
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| I’ve been wandering for so long
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| Only starlight guides my way
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| The steel at my side has become so heavy
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| But still I carry on
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| I’ve been wandering for so long
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| Only starlight guides my way
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| The steel at my side has become so heavy
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| But still I carry on
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| Leaves have fallen, winter comes
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| The gods have left me on my own
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| And when the flames have turned to ashes
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| Still I will carry on, I will carry on
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| This tale of vengeance will be told
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| As written in the blood of my foes
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| This tale of vengeance will unfold
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| Before the night is done they will fall
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| Vengeance is mine |