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Iced Wind of the NorthHear the thunder roar, storm of ThorDo you feel the cold of an ancient world? In this age of rites and battles Drakkars ready to fight, They are vikings feasting in the halls of gods The master of the seas And I can feel the glory of braves Raising our cup to the sky in honour of Odin And I can see them conquering the stars Dragon ships, Dragon ships, coming from the mighty sea of north Feels like I'm there, like I'm in Valhalla Feels like I'm there, like I'm in Valhalla Iced wind of the North They forge their swords with power Sailing through the seas eternally Settling in the Land of Saxons And when the night falls They praise their gods Feasting in the hals of gods The master of the seas And I can feel the glory of braves Raising our cup to the sky in honour of Odin And I can see them conquering the stars Dragon ships, Dragon ships Coming from the mighty sea of North Feels like I'm there, like I'm in Valhalla Feels like I'm there, like I'm in Valhalla Iced wind of the North |