Longing eyes turn into the sun Low in the winter Grey as a wolf now the wind has come Cold as a hunter Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly Gone is the summer What will keep us warm in the winter Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by Hail to the hammer, Hail to the hammer Narrow eyes turn against the wind Out from the ocean Untill the day when we sail again Life is a long pain Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly Gone is the summer What will...
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