In realms unseen by mortal sight.
Whispers of gods and giants old,
In tales of valor, our souls enfold.
Through mist and fog, through fire and ice,
The saga of our ancestors, a timeless device.
With runes inscribed and stories told,
In the heart of the North, our spirit bold.
In echoes heard on mountain's crest,
In the beating heart of every Norseman's chest.
The legacy of our kin, forever sworn,
In the ancient winds, our saga is born.
Under ancient skies we roam,
In shadows deep, we find our home.
Through tales of old and battles won,
Our saga lives, from father to son.
In whispers heard on windswept plains,
The echoes of our ancestors remain.
Their wisdom guides us through the night,
As stars above, they shine so bright.
In runes of yore, our destiny's writ,
In ancient songs, our spirits lift.
For in the heart of Norsemen bold,
Lies the legacy of days of old.
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