Down he rode from the hills where he was born
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With sword and shield and baatle axe in hand
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Young and strong he was the chosen one
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To lead the armies and to defend his land
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The day had come to kill the intruders
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By the shore, the enemies now stand
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ODIN GUIDE MY SWORD
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AND I'LL SLAY THE ENEMY
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ODIN GUIDE MY SWORD
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TO ETERNAL VICTORY
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Strenghtened by the words of his own father:
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Son, you must be merciless and brave!
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Never let them take an inch of land,
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No, he'd never let his family be raped
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Never let them march upon his fields,
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No, he's never let his people be enslaved
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ODIN GUIDE MY SWORD
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AND I'LL SLAY THE ENEMY
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ODIN GUIDE MY SWORD
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TO ETERNAL VICTORY
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Thor of might now throws his hammer in wrath
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Thunder roar the lightning strikes the sky
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Now the battle rages into chaos
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Blood is running strong and the valkyries fly
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Finally the defender stands victorious
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And Vlahalla awaits for the brave who died
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ODIN GUIDE MY SWORD
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AND I'LL SLAY THE ENEMY
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ODIN GUIDE MY SWORD
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TO ETERNAL VICTORY
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VICTORY
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The Defender
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| Unleashed |
