Close the door, put out the light.
You know they won't be home tonight.
The winds of Thor are blowing cold.
They carry news that must get through.
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter.
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter.
The pain, the pain without quarter.
They ask no quarter.
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