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Boreal seas meet solemn land

On the edge lies our king

Frozen in time and battle his eyes

speak of the pain endured

Not a word is spoken

Nor do his kin weep

For glory in battle achieved

is victory for his people

Open the gates

For the king of all kings

Champion of men

Only under Alfader himself

Enswathed is his arm

By the eye of the beast

Proof of his worth

Of his seat in Valhalla

Many a voyage brought

spoils of battle home

His final journey bears

a trophy to behold

Under his rule

His empire has prospered

Silver and riches divine

Bathed in ambrosia

Open the gates

For the king of all kings

Champion of men

Only under Alfader himself

Enswathed is his arm

By the eye of the beast

Proof of his worth

Of his seat in Valhalla

Constructing his ship

Made from the bow

They fill it with treasure

From the around the land

They set him adrift one last time

Vigilant as the flames caress his face

Once again brought to the gates of Midgard

Greeted by the ravens and eagle cries

Glory in battle

Glory for all

Glory in battle

Claim your seat in the hall!