| Thundering through the endless woods
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| Let by the sound of the Bjallarhorn
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| They resounded from beyond the Skjeldenland
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| Clinching with their swords they attack
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| After hearing the Heimdall’s sign to charge
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| The sign to ride over Skjeldenland
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| Ending with the roman dominion
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| They hail the restoration of the pagandom
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| Burning down the churches with their pagan fire
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| They do it with ancestral northern hate
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| Piling sacred temples of the feeble Christ
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| They steal the golden call in offering to Odin
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| Hailing under the blackened skies of Norway
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| The raven’s claw signed the northern hordes
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| To charge, to ride all over the Skjeldenland
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| Claiming their Viking victories in Flanders
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| As rival they have the Vlanderesns striders
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| Who are daring to keep the Flemish empire
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| A silver fullmoon glows on a winter night
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| Sometimes hidden by clouds and Midgard’s fire
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| Reflecting and resounding with Thor’s strikes
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| All over the pagan fields of the Skjeldenland
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| Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, winter nights
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| Northwinds are howling like hungry wolves
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| They victimize, but the Viking horde invade the frozen winter
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| They pile the profaned churches and hail the pagan fire
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| Asgardsveien are their paths from the Hordanes land
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| Rising high their swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland
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| Hail Skjeldenland!!! |