TorchRNN
Singer our fire blades
Crue to rise, gorn of the sky
Chames their way made of become
Now like fallen on the war
Break and realing of the king
Die despitions run the way
Throne cold battle gods of all
Silence - wavery and leave
Through the way to hunseance
Agitanced to exembrains
Sacrited we'll cry his side
Bearing thair the seals of words
All this comes hage for the called
Rushed to rise and you to bream
To ocise, the beaming still
Gods of Midgard belden search
Die might cries - to pulence
Den the gods - are hattered
Shores of birth - all battleed
Fire bow - your carest
Rise away hall of the pain,
Blood of victory and me
Where the ground and like all years and steel
In the land into despair
Silence the same will of death
Lone swords corring of the slaughting fly
Nothing questarsed falling winds
Cloudry not long tome, return
When you'll live in fower victory
World for honor and the king
When his free me every blood
From the standge of even touse
Pleyreating to the dark
Call a courage by the gates
low the hammer of the wind
Break the cold blood in the stear
Yember life is our steel
Die might cries - to pulence
Den the gods - are hattered
Shores of birth - all battleed
Fire bow - your carest
Rise away hall of the pain,
Blood of victory and me
Where the ground and like all years and steel
In the land into despair
Silence the same will of death
Lone swords corring of the slaughting fly
Nothing questarsed falling winds
Cloudry not long tome, return
When you'll live in fower victory
Crue to rise, gorn of the sky
Chames their way made of become
Now like fallen on the war
Break and realing of the king
Die despitions run the way
Throne cold battle gods of all
Silence - wavery and leave
Through the way to hunseance
Agitanced to exembrains
Sacrited we'll cry his side
Bearing thair the seals of words
All this comes hage for the called
Rushed to rise and you to bream
To ocise, the beaming still
Gods of Midgard belden search
Die might cries - to pulence
Den the gods - are hattered
Shores of birth - all battleed
Fire bow - your carest
Rise away hall of the pain,
Blood of victory and me
Where the ground and like all years and steel
In the land into despair
Silence the same will of death
Lone swords corring of the slaughting fly
Nothing questarsed falling winds
Cloudry not long tome, return
When you'll live in fower victory
World for honor and the king
When his free me every blood
From the standge of even touse
Pleyreating to the dark
Call a courage by the gates
low the hammer of the wind
Break the cold blood in the stear
Yember life is our steel
Die might cries - to pulence
Den the gods - are hattered
Shores of birth - all battleed
Fire bow - your carest
Rise away hall of the pain,
Blood of victory and me
Where the ground and like all years and steel
In the land into despair
Silence the same will of death
Lone swords corring of the slaughting fly
Nothing questarsed falling winds
Cloudry not long tome, return
When you'll live in fower victory
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Writer(s): Anders Norrback Bornholm
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