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Northern men can you hear the sound?
Of battles fought centuries ago
Northern men can you smell the fear?
Of enemies driven from our land
Northern men can you see the signs?
Of mystic runes carved in ancient stones
Northern men can you taste the blood?
Of Christian foes slain by Heathen blades
Ride beyond the north wind
To the lands our fathers knew
Drive our foes before you
Sheathe your swords in their beating hearts
