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Six Daggers, One Axe
04:29
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Past days of glory spent
Now feeble and weak
No foes to take to battle
Yet surrounded by enemies
Arrogant, lying in riches
Ignorant to the threat
That stood as a shield before him
Now plot his death
No longer fit to rule
Sword removed from the hand
The king becomes the fool
The dragon becomes the lamb
Six daggers, One axe
Six daggers, One axe
Six daggers, One axe
In a house that was built of wood
Thousand years ago
Six daggers
One axe
And a head will roll
In a land that was bathed in blood
Untold times before
Six daggers
One axe
And a kingdom falls
Viking oath broken
Betrayed everything
A king’s blood spills
The North shall rise
No longer fit to rule
Sword removed from the hand
The king becomes the fool
The dragon becomes the lamb
Six daggers, One axe
Six daggers, One axe
Six daggers, One axe
In a house that was built of wood
Thousand years ago
Six daggers
One axe
And a head will roll
In a land that was bathed in blood
Untold times before
Six daggers
One axe
And a kingdom falls
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From the mist
Rise mighty Wakon
Rise Wakon
Chime the Bells of Klippe Hule
Along the snow swept trail
From the North, three beasts approach
The Bells disperse the darkness
Which befell this ancient land
Doom within the caves no longer holds
Blackened skies fade to grey
Trod the flooded mud pits
The bells drag me on
With their unrelenting toll
From the ancient cave
Flys the mighty Wakon
Spirit of the Osage
Protector of this sacred land
We bid thee o’ great Wakon
Spare us your righteous wrath
Embrace those who worship, mighty Wakon
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Ingenting
We are nothing
Specs of dust
Endless cosmos
Insignificant
Accomplishments meaningless
Dreams wasted
Fear to be ignored
This pursuit is peace
Uncaring universe
Deeds of the fly
Lay dead in the pool
Of no greater concern
Than those of the king
High upon the throne
With nations at his boot
Lay waste to worry
Bid death to hope
Worship the insignificant
For it is all
Volcano erupts
Black soot , it blots the sun
Lava flows, consuming all
Returning Earth, primordial state
Nothing mattered, after all
Alt er ingenting
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When Loki Calls
03:14
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When midnight tolls
Loki calls
He beckons me to rest
In the darkness
If the Queen allows
The North wind blows
At dawn, Freya
Absent in the night
Awaits her tribute
Loki
Odin fears
Grey aggressor
Volstagg hides, you approach
Nightstalker
Trapper, entangler
Ascend to heights
Strike down Thor
When midnight tolls
Loki calls
When midnight tolls
Loki calls
When midnight tolls
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