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We will struggle through the day, for come evening, we will bathe in the glory of the day's turmoil. The sun will set slowly, and we will drink to its rising again, our each day a living Valhalla.

And the halls of Ragnarok will ring with the voices of vikings, cowboys, pirates in unison. We will sing not of times past nor of those to come. We will sing of the now and laugh, knowing that we are forever alive in the wake of our actions.