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| − | <p>The ruler of this northern court<br />
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| − | My brother, lord, king<br />
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| − | He always had our loyal swords<br />
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| − | But we would feel his sting</p>
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| − | <p>The ageing king had no decendants<br />
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| − | No heir to take his throne<br />
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| − | It filled his soul with fear<br />
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| − | Transcendent<br />
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| − | That next in line was my first-born</p>
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| − | <p>The king's heart grew<br />
| + | <p>From "Warriors of the North" by Amon Amarth</p> |
| − | Full of dark deception<br />
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| − | Full of foul conspiracy<br />
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| − | This was when dark days<br />
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| − | Had their inception<br />
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| − | And we fell to his vile deceit</p>
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| − | <p>Robbed of arms, robbed of pride<br />
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| − | But he spared our lives<br />
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| − | The fear he had of Oden's wrath<br />
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| − | Held his vengeful knife</p>
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| − | <p>With hearts so cold we left our homes<br />
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| − | Banished from our land<br />
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| − | A life in shame, a life in grief<br />
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| − | Until we rise again</p>
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| − | <p>Winters come, winters pass<br />
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| − | Twenty wasted years<br />
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| − | We're ageing men, our youth is gone<br />
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| − | We will shed no tears</p>
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| − | <p>Winters come and winters pass<br />
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| − | Twenty years have gone<br />
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| − | Like a dream we fade away<br />
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| − | Into oblivion</p>
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| − | <p>We are the warriors of the north<br />
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| − | Notorious and brave<br />
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| − | We're old but strong as before<br />
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| − | And we don't fear the grave</p>
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| − | <p>From the south an army rises<br /> | |
| − | They ride under cross of gold<br />
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| − | From the shades we're called<br />
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| − | In a time of crisis<br />
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| − | To defend the king now weak and old</p>
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| − | <p>As the flames of warfare rage higher<br />
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| − | We feel our destiny's embrace<br />
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| − | We are ageing men of an old empire<br />
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| − | Now we can see Valhalla's gates</p>
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| − | <p>"Warriors of the North" by Amon Amarth</p>
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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
From "Warriors of the North" by Amon Amarth
