Hunger, war and sorrows will come, you will see
Àn many evils are eagerly waiting to happen
Àn the bear that slept will become a friend ckt and seek prey
Then the hydra will strike again
Therefore the creature holds an ax in its hand
Watchful and ¤nted, with the inn on fire
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Én time will regret every pale minute
à We will cry for every wrong decision, we will hear the symphony from the iron of death, the warrior will probably bleed in his shelter
Looking towards the dawn, mine grimly hard
Ready when the wolf intends to sweep around your farm
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