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Ships on terror on the way, it's a-given barren summits to the verdant plain Each horizon is a new beginning, rise and reign Far from the fjords and the ice-cold current Ravens soar over new frontiers Stones and sagas of the fake, determined shields and spears Stones of vapor or the thrill of luster, hold together for the clanking Criks of albans and trash of thunder, bound within Oh-oh-oh-oh, the echoes of eternity Oh-oh-oh-oh, a-halla calling me, a-halla calling me Oh-oh-oh-oh, a-halla calling me