The Gathering

As I sense their steel
 As I see the mighty one
 As we all gather once again
 The gods of war summon us
 Summon us
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 North wind blows to our valley
 Men with ships, with swords, with honour
 Their horses between flames
 Their dogs eating enemy childs
 Our heavenly father, what is this mortality
 Do you see my mortal agony
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 Look, I see the shield up high
 This must be the sign from my lord
 This can be my death-sentence
 What a fine day to die
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 Taste of blood comes up high
 Wind blows hard, our men fall
 One by one
 This oath claims me
 I must bleed for my generation
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 Strong is the enemy
 Strong is my sword
 The hammer is rising
 I feel their cold steel
 Look, I see the shield up high
 This must be the sign from my lord
 This can be my death-sentence
 What a fine day to die
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 Now when I leave this world
 I shall open the mighty oaken gate
 And we all shall gather
 Shall gather once again