| The enemy has come for you
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| Hear the pounding thunder hooves
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| There’s no time to run or hide
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| Draw the weapon from your side
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| When they ride out from morning mist
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| With sharp blades in mighty fists
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| One hundred warriors on horse
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| An awesome brutal force
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| You feel weak and scared
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| Fear has gripped your heart
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| You will soon be overrun
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| You will soon be torn apart
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| Now, where is your God?
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| Does he hear your prayers?
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| Does he even care for you?
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| His silence speaks loud and clear
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| Raid is done, see the country burn
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| All are gone, only misery remains
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| Raid is done, the warriors return
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| All are gone and all that’s left is pain
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| The Vikings strike, so fast and hard
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| Those who run won’t make it far
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| And those who chose to stand and fight
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| They have made the choice to die
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| The weapons tear through flesh and bone
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| Dying men that scream and moan
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| With severed limbs to the hall of death
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| The battlefield is full of death
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| Feel the strength of rotting flesh
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| When the entire country burns
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| As the warriors return
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| And they came out from morning mist
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| With sharp blades in mighty fists
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| They leave this land all burned and scorn
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| Those alive will mourn
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| Now, where is your God?
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| Does he hear your prayers?
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| Does he even care for you?
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| His silence speaks loud and clear
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| Raid is done, see the country burn
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| All are gone, only misery remains
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| Raid is done, the warriors return
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| All are gone and all that’s left is pain
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| Raid is done, see the country burn
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| Only misery remains
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| All are gone, the warriors return
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| And all that’s left is pain
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| Where is your God?
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| Does he hear your prayers?
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| Does he even care?
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| Wheres your God?
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| Does he hear your prayers?
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| His silence speaks loud and clear |