Here again i am alive, up north.
Where ancient warriors were born,
where water's clenched in icy fist,
where bloodred oath is echoing through mist.
This is the place where i exist.
Raise your sword
The land forlorn
is scorched and scorn.
Your god can't stop me now,
I manage to survive somehow
Wilderness so vast, the eyes can see-
the roughness of the north awaiting me.
This is the place i grant my liberty.
As rocks remembers for the blood i've spilled,
my adversaries faced the death while thrilled.
Where the spirits of the real men live-
the true north awakens me.
The true north awakens me.
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