We've sailed across the sea
Rowed for miles and miles upstream
Passed
I take a look around,
the blood of our men has
Curse on thee, cruel iron
Curses on the steel thou givest
Curses
New friends
Last night
An offer was made
Nordbrikt
Would leave
Five hundred str
In the darkest shadows, under the black rocks
And ancient moss
Where
Gathered round the wooden table
Same tavern as the nights before
I
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was
At the tables of the North
Man is used to blizzards
I saddle my horse as fast as I can
"The message
Far away, beyond the bay
Rugged hills tower over the woods
A
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