FROM NORTH

FROM NORTH

We are born of cold and barren land
Where the wind hardened our will
We were forced to travel stormy seas
And never to give in

We lit the fire, Flames growing higher
Lead us toward to the fight (to the fight)

Give me your hate, I taste your fear
Your last mistake, The end is near

We are born of cold and barren land
Where the wind hardened our will
We were forced to travel stormy seas
And never to give in

We lit the fire …………….
Give me your ……………

From North, we carry on
With the flame burning strong in our hearts
From North, will of the one
We are here, we will light up the sky

I wake to the call to come
Will I go to the corner of the world?
When my time comes.

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