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Viking honor
warrior soul of the Viking clan
blood money burns in my pockets
today I call the stars from the heavens
witness a transformation
as I perform the magical rites
from whoremonger to champion
let the sun watch as I rise
from the great abyss with my brother kin
one by one we come into an understanding
the earth is hurting
there is no honor
war where war is necessary
love where love is needed
there is truth in this
I rode the seas
I went down with my ship
into the great depths, I died
today I am awakened by a conjuring
I stretch and look around
the twentieth century is dead
without honor
my covenant with this child
I will shake the heavens
protector of the innocent
I will break the dawn
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