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| − | <p>We were the warriors of the north Notorious and brave We'd never lost a fight in war We feared not the grave</p> | + | <p>We were the warriors of the north<br /> |
| + | Notorious and brave<br /> | ||
| + | We'd never lost a fight in war<br /> | ||
| + | We feared not the grave</p> | ||
| − | <p>The ruler of this northern court My brother, lord, king He always had our loyal swords But we would feel his sting</p> | + | <p>The ruler of this northern court<br /> |
| + | My brother, lord, king<br /> | ||
| + | He always had our loyal swords<br /> | ||
| + | But we would feel his sting</p> | ||
| − | <p>The ageing king had no decendants No heir to take his throne It filled his soul with fear Transcendent That next in line was my first-born</p> | + | <p>The ageing king had no decendants<br /> |
| + | No heir to take his throne<br /> | ||
| + | It filled his soul with fear<br /> | ||
| + | Transcendent<br /> | ||
| + | That next in line was my first-born</p> | ||
| − | <p>The king's heart grew Full of dark deception Full of foul conspiracy This was when dark days Had their inception And we fell to his vile deceit</p> | + | <p>The king's heart grew<br /> |
| + | Full of dark deception<br /> | ||
| + | Full of foul conspiracy<br /> | ||
| + | This was when dark days<br /> | ||
| + | Had their inception<br /> | ||
| + | And we fell to his vile deceit</p> | ||
| − | <p>Robbed of arms, robbed of pride But he spared our lives The fear he had of Oden's wrath Held his vengeful knife</p> | + | <p>Robbed of arms, robbed of pride<br /> |
| + | But he spared our lives<br /> | ||
| + | The fear he had of Oden's wrath<br /> | ||
| + | Held his vengeful knife</p> | ||
| − | <p>With hearts so cold we left our homes Banished from our land A life in shame, a life in grief Until we rise again</p> | + | <p>With hearts so cold we left our homes<br /> |
| + | Banished from our land<br /> | ||
| + | A life in shame, a life in grief<br /> | ||
| + | Until we rise again</p> | ||
| − | <p>Winters come, winters pass Twenty wasted years We're ageing men, our youth is gone We will shed no tears</p> | + | <p>Winters come, winters pass<br /> |
| + | Twenty wasted years<br /> | ||
| + | We're ageing men, our youth is gone<br /> | ||
| + | We will shed no tears</p> | ||
| − | <p>Winters come and winters pass Tenty years have gone Like a dream we fade away Into oblivion</p> | + | <p>Winters come and winters pass<br /> |
| + | Tenty years have gone<br /> | ||
| + | Like a dream we fade away<br /> | ||
| + | Into oblivion</p> | ||
| − | <p>We are the warriors of the north Notorious and brave We're old but strong as before And we don't fear the grave</p> | + | <p>We are the warriors of the north<br /> |
| + | Notorious and brave<br /> | ||
| + | We're old but strong as before<br /> | ||
| + | And we don't fear the grave</p> | ||
| − | <p>From the south an army rises They ride under cross of gold From the shades we're called In a time of crisis To defend the king now weak and old</p> | + | <p>From the south an army rises<br /> |
| + | They ride under cross of gold<br /> | ||
| + | From the shades we're called<br /> | ||
| + | In a time of crisis<br /> | ||
| + | To defend the king now weak and old</p> | ||
| − | <p>As the flames of warfare rage higher We feel our destiny's embrace We are ageing men of an old empire Now we can see Valhalla's gates</p> | + | <p>As the flames of warfare rage higher<br /> |
| + | We feel our destiny's embrace<br /> | ||
| + | We are ageing men of an old empire<br /> | ||
| + | Now we can see Valhalla's gates</p> | ||
<p>"Warriors of the North" by Amon Amarth</p> | <p>"Warriors of the North" by Amon Amarth</p> | ||
Revision as of 10:35, 10 July 2014
Clarimond Harcourt is nearly one thousand years old. She was born to a Norman noble in the year of 1046, a descendant of Norse conquerors who settled northern France, and her bloodline is purely of this proud stock. She married a man of noble blood, also a Norman, and she accompanied him when William the Conqueror took the English crown. But their happiness did not last long.. the embrace happened. That is all she usually tells people as far as her history goes. If she trusts you, she may tell more, but this trust is not normally easy to win.
She speaks French, English, and Norse
We were the warriors of the north
Notorious and brave
We'd never lost a fight in war
We feared not the grave
The ruler of this northern court
My brother, lord, king
He always had our loyal swords
But we would feel his sting
The ageing king had no decendants
No heir to take his throne
It filled his soul with fear
Transcendent
That next in line was my first-born
The king's heart grew
Full of dark deception
Full of foul conspiracy
This was when dark days
Had their inception
And we fell to his vile deceit
Robbed of arms, robbed of pride
But he spared our lives
The fear he had of Oden's wrath
Held his vengeful knife
With hearts so cold we left our homes
Banished from our land
A life in shame, a life in grief
Until we rise again
Winters come, winters pass
Twenty wasted years
We're ageing men, our youth is gone
We will shed no tears
Winters come and winters pass
Tenty years have gone
Like a dream we fade away
Into oblivion
We are the warriors of the north
Notorious and brave
We're old but strong as before
And we don't fear the grave
From the south an army rises
They ride under cross of gold
From the shades we're called
In a time of crisis
To defend the king now weak and old
As the flames of warfare rage higher
We feel our destiny's embrace
We are ageing men of an old empire
Now we can see Valhalla's gates
"Warriors of the North" by Amon Amarth
