Linda145

I have seen how the moon and stars glimmer
Over the distant waves
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Sometimes a drifter may forget
How the home land waits
For the traveler returning from far away
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With wings of longing
I fly across a distant land
To where my heart desires
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Before the storm cloud
Before the struggles of life
in My heart I’ll always be
The Lady of the North
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When I left, tears of sorrow flow did not
When I returned, something had changed
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The path of a drifter wasn’t real at all
But only longing and dreams
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With wings of longing
I fly across a distant land
To where my heart desires
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Before the storm clouds
Before the struggles of life
In My heart I’ll always be
The Lady of the North
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Dream not of what you are
But what you want to be
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Within you is light, within you is night
Within you a stoic heart that tirelessly beats
Sparks in the wind lighting up the dark road
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Above the dark woods black ravens sing
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The blood of these people
Will melt these frozen grounds
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Look how glows the sky
How curve the heavens above us
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It beckons us beyond the dark stream
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The weak shall drown in the stream
Black as the abyss
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While heroes shall step on the riverbanks
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Throughout eternity echoes the song
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Beckoning our bothers
Beyond the dark stream
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If so happens that I die today
To my ancestors I go, beyond time
In front of me are the gates of Valhalla
In my hand the well played cards of Life