| These monsters are godless, no conscience
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| They’ll come for your toddlers, row longships
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| And throw constant assaults at our coast
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| Onslaughts of boats, homes torched, bones broken
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| And throats opened 'til only Old Norse is spoken
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| Flows thawed aboard the ocean so Thor and Odin
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| Float toward our home since they landed in Lindisfarne
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| There’s been no calm thus far
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| They’ve made plans to do English harm and then disarm us fast
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| Decimated our idyllic charm, laid waste, villages, farms
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| Pillaged, charred, time has come to fight from dawn until it’s dark
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| Distill our spirit 'til it can’t be diluted
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| Unlike these brutes whose bile is putrid, highly stupid
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| It’s time to prove their fight for food upon our isle is fruitless
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| If these vikings want violence, we’ll do this
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| By my reign, I proclaim I will make it rain flame
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| The likes of which no viking ships will face again
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| So they can pray to Freyr but I’m afraid they’ll fail
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| To create a Danelaw, these raiders' ways are way too frail
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| They can set sail and head west against the gales
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| Aboard Norse longboats with decks as dense as nails
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| But they will never prevail through our valour
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| We’ll make 'em tuck their tail or send them to Valhalla
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| No, they will never prevail through our valour
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| We’ll make 'em tuck their tail, banish them to Valhalla
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| These monsters are godless, mindless and gutless
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| That’s not courage, they’re just blind from the bloodlust
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| Previously a city, all we see before us is a burning wreck
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| There are rules in war, these hordes don’t deserve respect
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| This certain sect’s a surging threat to Mercia’s emerging order
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| That’s immersing all of us in mercilessness
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| Their marauders serve us just desserts
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| Murderousness is their main course
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| But barbarians can’t compare against our trained force
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| They can send assassins to our settlements and sack them
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| But we’ll be sending them straight back from whence they came
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| We’re Saxons, every last one of us took his vows
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| To ruck with those rugged buggers with the blooded brows
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| So they can pray to Freyr but I’m afraid they’ll fail
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| To create a Danelaw, these raiders' ways are way too frail
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| They can set sail and head west against the gales
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| Aboard Norse longboats with decks as dense as nails
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| But they will never prevail through our valour
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| We’ll make 'em tuck their tail or send them to Valhalla
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| No, they will never prevail through our valour
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| We’ll make 'em tuck their tail, banish them to Valhalla
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| So they can pray to Freyr but I’m afraid they’ll fail
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| To create a Danelaw, these raiders' ways are way too frail
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| They may have laid a trail of blood from hidden blades, impaled us
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| But their godless state will make us safe, lay your trust
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| In your rightful king, grit your teeth against the spiteful sting
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| Of these uncivilized tribes and sing the Bible’s hymns
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| Christ will provide, lord almighty, look at the size of him
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| Now, our chances fighting vikings aren’t quite as slim
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| For every Englishman that’s born and died
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| By the sword of vikings, I’ll extinguish another northern light
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| 'Til all that shines is the lifeblood
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| Sliding down their skull from inside to the mud and my god
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| He’s put it right in his eye!
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| So they can pray to Freyr but I’m afraid they’ll fail
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| To create a Danelaw, these raiders' ways are way too frail
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| They can set sail and head west against the gales
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| Aboard Norse longboats with decks as dense as nails
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| But they will never prevail through our valour
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| We’ll make 'em tuck their tail or send them to Valhalla
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| No, they will never prevail through our valour
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| We’ll make 'em tuck their tail, banish them to Valhalla
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| We’ll banish them to Valhalla, to Valhalla
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| Banish them to Valhalla, to Valhalla |