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Oh-oh Glorious land, that we´ve shaped with weary hands
Oh-oh Merciless seas, that we´ve sailed on bended knees
Oh-oh Great walls of stone, that we have built on shattered bones
Oh Winter nights of black that we´ve endured on broken back
We raise a glass and sing, our voices echoing throughout these halls
We laughably dance but we will never forget what our history holds
Oh oh....
Oh-oh Dreadfull dark, that we´ve lit with weary hearts
Oh Ancient trees of old, that we have felt on bloodied souls
Oh Windy stormy skies that we´ve survived with tired eyes
Oh Mighty mountain range that we have scaled with fire in our veins
We raise a glass and sing, our voices echoing throughout these halls
We laughably dance but we will never forget what our history holds
Oh oh....
We raise a glass and sing, our voices echoing throughout these halls
We laughably dance but we will never forget what our history holds