| Whirling dust in morning air, two warriors in the ring
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| With the strength of two great bears
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| They make their weapons sing
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| Sparks fly high when steel meets steel
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| And no one can believe
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| That these two men are best friends, not enemies
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| They lash out with ferocious force
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| The fight grows more intense
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| But each avoid the other’s sword as if by seventh sense
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| Their muscles ache, their bones are sore
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| But none of them will yield
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| They fight a two-man practice war as enemies
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| Faster!
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| Stronger!
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| Fight until your dying breath!
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| Fiercer!
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| Harder!
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| This is a matter of life and death!
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| Full on fight in training
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| It’s the way of vikings
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| Every muscle straining
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| It’s the way of the Jomsvikings
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| These men aim to shatter
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| It’s the way of vikings
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| This is how we battle
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| It’s the way of the Jomsvikings
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| Whirling dust in morning air, two warriors in the ring
|
| With the strength of two great bears
|
| They make their weapons sing
|
| Sparks fly high when steel meets steel
|
| And no one can believe
|
| That these two men are best friends, not enemies
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| Sun beats down with intense heat
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| The swordsmen start to break
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| Pain shoots through their tired feet with every step they take
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| In this fight of iron wills
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| One man takes a knee
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| The other goes for the kill like an enemy
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| Faster!
|
| Stronger!
|
| Fight until your dying breath!
|
| Fiercer!
|
| Harder!
|
| This is a matter of life and death!
|
| Full on fight in training
|
| It’s the way of vikings
|
| Every muscle straining
|
| It’s the way of the Jomsvikings
|
| These men aim to shatter
|
| It’s the way of vikings
|
| This is how we battle
|
| It’s the way of the Jomsvikings |