Sacred Land
Ice War
GENRE On shores they land, with wooden round shields, standing tall
The northern man, weapons in hand, shall take it all
Helmets of glory
Shining armour
On sacred land we see the future
On sacred land
For our children we will die
On sacred land foreseeing future
On sacred land
For our children we will die
Our mighty arrows, piercing through hearts of invaders
This is the place, the land of our ancestors
The serpent ships
Ultima Thule
The northern man, weapons in hand, shall take it all
Helmets of glory
Shining armour
On sacred land we see the future
On sacred land
For our children we will die
On sacred land foreseeing future
On sacred land
For our children we will die
Our mighty arrows, piercing through hearts of invaders
This is the place, the land of our ancestors
The serpent ships
Ultima Thule
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