This is the dusk of the week! Northern storms are silent, Yet it blows in the north Northern Kings are sleeping, Yet Kings rule Ten centuries of torment Of a northern soul But soon the hammer shall strike This is the dusk of the weak The dawn of an age of....strength! Oh'Hail the mighty Kingdom That from the ruins shall arise Oh'Hail the mighty Kingdom Beneath the midnight skies Northern storms are no longer silent Northern Kings do no longer sleep Oh'Hail the mighty Kingdom
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