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All your dreams come to light

What it means to be alive

In the coldness of the darkest night

Rough grey walls, no warmth by your side

I pass the day honing sword on stone

Golden rays and harvest have all gone

Traveled far, we suffer hard

Vikings come from near and far

New born child he knows not war

Toils hard, then returns to earth

Gate will fall taking mankind first

Golden rays and harvest have all gone