My cousin was the lord Of these islands of the sun The farthest south that we had come And there we met our fiercest foe The Christians, they were called, Denied our gods and our heroes Denied our legends and our history They denied Baldur, Odins son We could not bear it, could not allow The south to rise up and thrust us out Well send them back to their homes To the city of Rome My cousin, Lord of the Wolves Went to the south to face his enemy But they betrayed him with an army The biggest one Ive ever seen! He sent me to the North To the lands of our fathers To represent our southern homeland To the Kingdom of dragons fire For fifteen years we have sought you The Winterborn, Ive heard you called The fiercest of warriors In these islands, youll rule them all And boldly they went across the sea To the place they knew they would find the Winterborn For fifteen years they had sought the boy And when at last they found him They raised their blades up to Odin You see your father was a hero He was a king amongst his men And he was slaughtered by the Christians You must avenge him my cousins son. For fifteen years we have sought you Just awaiting for this day We will not back down, cannot allow The tale to end this way As I continue my quest I am confident that I will find you You are the Son of the North And the King of my people Yes I have rallied from the North Ten thousand men to drive them out Yes, we will burn all the churches In these islands of the sun You see your father was a hero He was a king amongst his men And he was slaughtered by the Christians You must avenge him my cousins son. For fifteen years we have sought you Just awaiting for this day We will not back down, cannot allow The tale of Winterborn to end this way
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