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In a land where no road leads

On shores where no wave breaks

There is an inn, thatched with autumn leaves

Wherein dwell all the minstrels of yore...

Wayfarer of life come take thy rest

There's a crackling fire and there is ale...

We will sing of elder days and better times

We will sing you what your heart desires!

From the four corners of the earth

We have come bearing many a tune

Stomp your feet – let the feast begin!

Drink up and sing along all night long!

We conjure on our magic strings

Tales of valor, love and bloody war

See the heroes ride, see the maidens yearn

Legends come to life when we play for you!

Everything is possible, all can be true

Just listen to the song that echoes within you

We strike up a melody of your wildest dreams

As history collides with mythic songs of Yore!

From the four corners of the earth

We have come bearing many a tune

Stomp your feet – let the feast begin!

Drink up and sing along all night long!

Recite a nordic poem with voice clear and keen

By the sword of my father, swear the sacred oath!

See the drakkars appear out of the silvering mist

Your every step is guided by the father of victory!

Return once again to the Fatherland that bore you

Know full well where you're coming from

And only then the compass of your soul

Will point to the path you are bound to follow!

From the four corners of the earth

We have come bearing many a tune

Stomp your feet – let the feast begin!

Drink up and sing along all night long!