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Seven sailors from the north
Set their sails for the isle of wroth
Then their heading turned southwest
For adventure, unknown quest
Seven sailors head southwest
?Cause the wind fills their sails
On a journey across the north
It?s for adventure and conquest
And the Sirens sing from every shear
Across the northern sea men are drawing near
All they sing, all they bring the northmen closer in
Lay across the ships, weeping until we scream
The Sirens cling now to the ship
The sailors seemed to lose their grip
They tried to abide the Siren?s song
Mesmerized to go along
Seven sailors of the north
They put their seamen to their rest
And then they journey across the north
Before the banter and a crest
And the Sirens sang from every shear
Across the northern sea men were drawing near
Holy soul, holy God - unto the drowning men
The seven sailors will, never return again
Their ship went down
He is Thor, they?re united in blood
Now the seven widows weep
The seamen waited endlessly
Come, sleep with me
I will set you free
Come be with me
On the welcome of the north sea
And the Sirens sang from every shear
Across the northern sea men were drawing near
Holy soul, holy God - unto the drowning men
The seven sailors will, never return again
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Seven sailors from the north
Set their sails for the isle of wroth
Then their heading turned southwest
For adventure, unknown quest
Seven sailors head southwest
?Cause the wind fills their sails
On a journey across the north
It?s for adventure and conquest
And the Sirens sing from every shear
Across the northern sea men are drawing near
All they sing, all they bring the northmen closer in
Lay across the ships, weeping until we scream
The Sirens cling now to the ship
The sailors seemed to lose their grip
They tried to abide the Siren?s song
Mesmerized to go along
Seven sailors of the north
They put their seamen to their rest
And then they journey across the north
Before the banter and a crest
And the Sirens sang from every shear
Across the northern sea men were drawing near
Holy soul, holy God - unto the drowning men
The seven sailors will, never return again
Their ship went down
He is Thor, they?re united in blood
Now the seven widows weep
The seamen waited endlessly
Come, sleep with me
I will set you free
Come be with me
On the welcome of the north sea
And the Sirens sang from every shear
Across the northern sea men were drawing near
Holy soul, holy God - unto the drowning men
The seven sailors will, never return again