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... r wings.
Time for the wrenched surfs to do the heavy labor.
Wake now wake, company of friends, all you best ones of Adil’s people.
Har the Hard-Grip.
Hrolf the shooter.
Men of good birth, they who do not flee.
I do not wake you to wine or the whispers of women, but the hard sport of Hilda. -A Bjarkamál Viking Poem told by Thormod.
’A song of faith in one another, that was sung in the face of death.’
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