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Swords which blades shine along
Cleanging Norse's warriors gods.
Riding at the suns that sank below.
Firing in the riffts who blow among.
Gods who swim and fly on swirls.
Fire and ice getting me.
Gods that storm in sight and green.
Blue ice stroms on peaks of bleed.
The grey mist swirls across the meadows.
And the scald upon our frost afairs.
The imperium domines the freabowls.
With North and Norse's mighty strenght.
Our frozen hearts are gathered.
My hair blows enchanted.
The wind is blowing forth and after.
Our legends get the demon world.
And I'm alone.
Gods that dwell among the swirls.
Bathed below by biting winds.
Flying above with frozen wings.
Lying forthwith into the deep.
The gods that dwell among the swirls.