| Ocean waves crash, cry!
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| Salty air, stings your eyes
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| On the low seas, carried by the high winds
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| By the high winds!
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| We burst into the unknown, carrying rumble in our hearts
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| With a firm grasp of sword and shield, we touch the land
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| Free will and determination, drives us through
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| Sweeping fight, like an animal beast
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| Like a dreadful dragon!
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| Pillaging in search of plunder
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| Secret relics trampled under
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| The hands that drew the painted page
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| Fell prey to the waves raiders rage
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| Oh lord please liberate your folk
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| From the north men, furious sword stroke
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| All in their way, prepare to run
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| An age of Viking has begun!
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| Prepare to pick up weapons!
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| Advance into engagement!
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| Stand firm… Fight! |
| Attack!
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| It was in 793, that evil signs were plain to see
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| War came like heathen crew
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| Harbinger of dread, as starvation, true!
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| Prepare to pick up weapons!
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| Advance into engagement!
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| Stand firm… Fight! |
| Attack!
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| The church walls were splattered with blood
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| We pagans, ravaged, with polluted feet
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| We took the altars down!
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| Prisoners were taken. |
| Religious men!
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| Some we kill! |
| Some we drown!
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| Prepare to pick up weapons!
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| Advance into engagement!
|
| Stand firm… Fight! |
| Attack!
|
| Pillaging in search of plunder
|
| Secret relics trampled under
|
| The hands that drew the painted page
|
| Fell prey to the waves raiders rage
|
| Oh lord please liberate your folk
|
| From the north men, furious sword stroke
|
| All in their way, prepare to run
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| An age of Viking has begun!
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| The age of Viking has begun! |