| A viking and his warriors built a dragonship
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| They’re going out to conquer a feeble land
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| Heavily armed with swords, axes and shields
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| The swedes set sail for weaker ground
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| Chanting hymns of Tyr, of Odin and of Thor
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| A viking shall but win, berserker deep inside
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| The warriors spotted land, treasure hunt is at hand
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| Nobodys life will remain when they leave this shattered ground
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| Without any fear, they walked in from the shore
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| Mead is in the vikings to bring rageous attack
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| Take them all, slay them all spare just one
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| One to tell the story about a storming inferno
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| Men from the north brought despair to the foreign land
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| Treasure they now have to bring back home
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| Villages were harmed and burnt, but vikings got their goods
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| All the gold and treasures found their way to Sweden
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| One should have seen how they crushed all their foes
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| No damn warning for the pitiful scums
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| They died within minutes when the great warriors came
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| Children were drowned and women were raped
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| Oh, how the lust of the vikings was great
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| All their enemies met such a dreadful fate
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| Smoke is rising to the sky, the village lies deserted
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| Footsteps in the ashes, the only memory of the vikings raid
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| The only sound that is heard is from vikings counting gold
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| Not a single child in the village lived to grow old |