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Sleep, my tarnished silver Let me dull you once again And let our battle end Sleep, my snowless winter Let me warm you once before I go And I'll pretend to know and understand
The laws of kings don't bend and can't be broken.
The measure of a man Stands or falls with what he leaves behind Gather on the sand Let your voices carry to the sky Rise in light Let the gods look down on this and wonder
And keep these words forever as reminder of what sends a dying lily to the lake.
I promise you nothing, I take only that which is free I'd give you a life full of risk, and the whirlwind of joy that can be Don't try to bind me, just love me without any greed And I'll give you the
So put your back into it lads, and haul against the thunder. Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave! And cry a prayer into the winds the ship won't pull us under. Curse the Reaper
Förr skall hälleberget rämna såsom is Förr skall solen borttappa sitt sken Förr skall skogen bli förvandlad till en duva Innan jag dig min vän överger
Sleep, my fallen cedar Let me have your weakened pride to hold And join my barren soil Sleep, my aimless river Let your torrent rest against my shore And leave me what was washed away before