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Dark riders on the horizon

Fierce ancient Norseman of the past,

Riding forward urged on by the Valkyrie

From Odin’s almighty kingdom,

Here to deliver us our fate,

For we have fallen far from grace

And destroyed this earth, this sacred place,

Here come the Norseman

With fierce cries screaming from their throats,

Best to line up the ferryman

He’s going to need millions of boats.