From the western realm they marched
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Through thunder, storm and rain
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On a mission to quell the snakes.
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[King Haakon:]
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-You will search every hole
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And turn every stick and stone.
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Bring them out to light.
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The hooves were pounding over the northland
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While the battle cries rise high,
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Shaking up the distant skies.
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The reaper had them close at hand
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Not losing them out of sight
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From early morning until the night.
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From the southern realm they marched
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To gaze into their eyes
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Illuminate all the lies
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[King Menved:]
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-No mercy will be shown
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To stop their reckless minds
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Burn them out and make them blind
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[King Haakon:]
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-Pace onward you boldest of men
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Our time will come when we reach the end
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We will descend
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[King Menved:]
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-In the mist of the twilight tonight
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When the sky is clear and the stars shine bright
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Their land we'll smite.
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Hooves Over Northland
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Falconer |