| Dar tog en nordlig vind
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| Skeppet, sa att kungen
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| Ombord fordes med
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| Till strid mot tva kungar
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| De djarva kungarna
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| Halsade med pilskott
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| Ordlost I striden
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| Skoldarnas buller rackte
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| Blood red bows plough the waves
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| Dragon heads grin
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| Twenty ships with Norsemen braves
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| Riding the northern wind
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| They left their shores at early dawn
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| As a red sun was rising in the east
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| An ancient sign of coming storm
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| Thunder of sword and shield
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| Sails appear in the south
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| Now every man prepare
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| The sea will be colored by blood
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| Battle is drawing near
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| A mighty fleet of forty ships
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| Two kings bring lethal steel
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| No words spoken between enemies
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| Just thunder of sword and shield
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| A rain of arrows darkens the sun
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| A cloud of wood and steel
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| Through shields and flesh the arrows run
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| Bringing warriors to their knees
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| A war-cry loud as Heimdal’s horn
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| Fills the vibrating air
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| This is the place where heroes are born
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| And where death is always near
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| Here it comes the mighty storm
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| Every man attacks
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| Now is when heroes are born
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| There is no turning back |