Yet once more let us look upon the North Sea Behold the lands, where our folk kin roamed free Ancient echoes from distant valleys, where once afar Elder cults practised in sacred woods, Pagan fires under many a Star Ethics of Valour, codes of Ancient Pride Now long gone, the Archaic Gods in hide Fled seem to have the olden Souls too But if one listens carefully, they might reach through For if one has an olden spirit, a centuries old heart Forgotten Chants might echo, hear the ancient bard Scaldic poetry of runes, of victory and defeat Vague sounds of song, an ancient heartbeat AVONDLAND, IN HET HART GEBRAND OUD GERMANENLAND Alas the Ancients faded, centuries shred a cloud Over what once was, the songs no longer loud AVONDLAND, IN HET HART GEBRAND ZIEL VERBRAND, OUD GERMANENLAND Life no fairy tale, survival of the fittest, true Blood, sweat and tears, battles to pull through Ethics of Valour, codes of Ancient Pride Now long gone, the Archaic Gods in hide Fled seem to have the olden Souls too But if one listens carefully, they might reach through Life no fairy tale, survival of the fittest, true Blood, sweat and tears, battles to pull through But if not for our forefathers there would be none of us Passed on the torch, to the Ancients loyalty thus AVONDLAND! FRANKENLAND! AVONDLAND! FRANKENLAND!
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