| One by one the Kingdoms fall
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| They looked upon this isle and took it all
|
| Harbingers of pain
|
| Edmund the Martyr cut down by a Dane
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| On the orders of Ivar the Boneless
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| Barbarian!
|
| Remorseless Norsemen swim ashore
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| The Eastern coast belongs to us no more!
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| Shirtless in the rain
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| The Heathen army’s upon us
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| Once again!
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| Led by the sons of Ragnar
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| Barbarian! |
| (Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
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| Barbarian! |
| (Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
|
| One by one the Kingdoms fall
|
| They looked upon this isle and took it all
|
| Harbingers of pain!
|
| Edmund the Martyr cut down
|
| By a Dane!
|
| On the orders of Ivar the Boneless
|
| Barbarian! |
| (Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
|
| Barbarian! |
| (Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
|
| Reducing the feeble citadels
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| To ashes and blood stain
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| Enslaving the sweet women-folk
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| Whilst every man is slain
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| We’ll spare perhaps a child or two
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| That our legend may grow
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| We’ll take your precious horses
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| Leave your corpses in the snow
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| We’ll march onward Tanasia
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| And carve the land a scar
|
| In case you all were wondering
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| We’re the sons of Ragnar!
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| Barbarian! |
| (Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
|
| We’re the sons of Ragnar!
|
| Barbarian! |
| (Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
|
| We’re the sons of Ragnar! |