| The northmen decide, that now is the time
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| The time to avenge all wrong done
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| They know it is time, it’s time for a war
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| They make the plans for the attack
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| They look to the sky, so clear and so free
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| The sun sinks down into the ground
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| A sign of the time, when the night will arrive
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| To send these cross-men to their burning «hell»
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| The night’s dark has come, only lit by their flames
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| They say their last words to their loved
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| They sing songs of war, and they gather their arms
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| Now they head down for the dark shores
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| Down on the shores, they hail these ships
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| These dragons so swift and so grim
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| Armed is them all, for battles beyond
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| These ships now set sail for glorious war
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| «O wind, give us strength from up high
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| O wind, give us strength from the sky»
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| Now the ships leave the bay, dragons on bow
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| The winds of glory fill their sails
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| The thousands of stars, up in the sky
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| Fuel these pagan’s pride
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| A man stands on deck, gazing at the sea
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| Wondering «will I give up it all?»
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| He smiles grimly and raises his sword
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| Towards Odin’s mighty hall |