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Wanderlust
02:57
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Frost roots in groves,
The river of time flows,
I am the stone,
A sediment of sentimental stagnance.
Shake snow from limbs!
Drink deep of the Spring!
Follow the dawning path to greatness!
And flee the setting of the sun!
Frost is in my bones,
I feel it in my soul,
I must leave home,
Let my restless spirit roam.
Shake snow from limbs!
Drink deep of the Spring!
Follow the dawning path to greatness!
And flee the setting of the sun!
Flee the setting of the sun!
Flee the setting of the sun!
Flee the setting of the sun!
And flee the setting of the sun!
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Soothsayer
03:41
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Soothsayer, Fate maker
Divine the alignment of stars and stone
Wand-Bearer, Speak Freya
Will she embrace me when I leave home
I see bubbles rising in the cold, dark water
Under a waning moon
Where vain men
Forsaken by gods
Cease to thrash and sink
Into that deep, abyssal night
Forgotten and unsung
As an albatross washes ashore
Beneath a blood red sky
Gods be damned!
I'll make my own way
I'm not afraid to die to be great
I don't need your lies about the hand of fate
I'm not afraid to die
Web-weaver, Deceiver
Your lies are empty, my seeds will be sown
Betrayer, Oath breaker
Read your entrails, roll your bones!
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Edge of the World
03:18
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The spears are shining,
Pray to Thor.
The dragons are pining,
For distant shore.
The wind is blowing the waves,
Carrying me to new lands,
Unknowing,
And to the edge of the world.
Come now, over the edge!
Lands, honor and gold!
Tie us off to the ledge, my friends,
So I may swim out in the cold!
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Sirens
03:56
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Strong as the tree grows,
Wild as the wind blows,
Deeper than the darkest sea,
Somewhere she waits, waits for me.
Once I thought I saw her reflection in the moonlight,
But when I reached out to touch her hand,
She was never really there.
Sweet as a siren's song,
Long for love with one so strong,
Somewhere she waits for me,
Somewhere beyond the sea.
Once I thought I saw her reflection in the moonlight,
But when I reached out to touch her hand,
She was never really there.
I'll explore everywhere,
Every shoreline, every bay.
Sailing each and every river,
I'll find her, somehow, some way.
Now I'm drawn by the vision I saw in the moonlight,
And one day I'll reach out to touch her hand,
And she will really be there. . .
Be there. . .
Be there. . .
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Darkening Skies
03:45
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Once upon a time,
I laid down my oars,
Rested my weary sails,
Upon your welcoming shores.
Once I fled the darkening skies,
Saved my fury for the favor,
With clouds in my eyes,
Sailed away from the storm.
We drank, laughed and sang,
Our hearts intoxicated.
Praised the gods,
Thought we'd finally made it.
Once I fled the darkening skies,
Saved my fury for the favor,
With clouds in my eyes,
Sailed away from the storm.
Winter comes after the Fall,
And through the haze we see it all.
We know our fate has been set,
Before the battle's ever met.
Now I race for darkening skies,
With my sails all puffed with pride,
A shroud was lifted from my eyes,
Now I'm sailing for the storm.
For the storm. . .
Now I'm sailing for the storm. . .
A shroud was lifted from my eyes,
Now I'm sailing for the storm. . .
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Wooden Dragons
04:46
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We fought the holy men, on foreign shore.
Now they shall dine with kin, and pray no more.
Took their gold, and took some slaves did we.
And with our pride appeased, we headed for the sea.
But at the shoreline, they had army in tow.
Outmatched five to one, our seeds we did sow.
In our mighty wooden dragons, we barely got away,
Living still to fight another day!
Before the cold north wind, we set sail.
The ice waves gnashing at wooden dragons' tail.
After the lightning crashed, our canvas was aflame.
Thor and his anvil ringing out our shame.
We saw the face of Hel, under a blood-red sky.
We few prepared to fight, we few prepared to die.
Out on the open ocean, Thor hammered our defeat!
Driving our ships into the briny deep!
The waves overtaking us, as his thunder roars,
And down go the men, sinking with their oars!
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Battle Storm
02:13
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(mostly inaudible shouting between crew members)
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Futility
04:05
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A lamp, alone, alight.
A book to read a fool.
A veil in the void.
Something old and something new.
A figment of a fragment of a fiber of
The loss of a thought I'd forgot to remember.
A martyr met with mercy.
Tears told to the storm.
Songs sung for the dead,
While the living weep and mourn.
A figment of a fragment of a fiber of
The loss of a thought I'd forgot to remember.
A ship without a sail.
A lock without a key.
A feast for a flock,
Of wayward shades adrift at sea.
A figment of a fragment of a fiber of
The loss of a thought I'd forgot to remember.
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When the waves wash over me,
When my crew is swallowed by the sea,
When the hull sinks beneath the waves,
When we all sink to our watery graves. . .
When the air bubbles no longer rise,
When the moon's light shrinks before our eyes,
When the cold water has taken our fight,
When all that was lost fades in the night. . .
Will they sing of us, in the halls raise a toast?
Will our bones wash up on some strange foreign coast?
Will the stories they tell ever speak our name?
Will everything all along have been in vain?
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(Instrumental)
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Valhalla
04:28
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When the battle is done,
When the wars have been won,
And the great serpent swallows the sun.
When your soul is in pain,
When your heart yearns in vain,
Just remember this jaunty refrain :
We'll be in Valhalla again,
With a horn full of mead in our hand.
When all your tides have been turned,
And your bridges been burned,
We'll be here waiting for your return,
To Valhalla!
Another round, fill the cups!
We've only just begun!
Let our songs be sung!
Until the night is gone!
When the morning comes,
We'll follow wanderlust!
Never cry give up,
Dying's easy, LIFE'S TOUGH!
When your mast has broke,
And your sails are all up in smoke,
And your fate seems like a bad joke.
When the dice have been tossed,
And you feel all is lost,
And the price was just not worth the cost :
We'll be in Valhalla again,
With a horn full of mead in our hand.
When all your tides have been turned,
And your bridges been burned,
We'll be here waiting for your return,
To Valhalla!
Another round, fill the cups!
We've only just begun!
Let our songs be sung!
Until the night is gone!
When the morning comes,
We'll follow wanderlust!
Never cry give up,
Never say enough!
Another round, fill the cups!
We've only just begun!
Let our songs be sung!
Until the night is gone!
When the morning comes,
We'll follow wanderlust!
Never cry give up,
Dying's easy, LIFE'S TOUGH!
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