| Row with the wind, through waters deep and wide
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| We come from frozen lands, our sails show red and white
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| Out for the blue, our dragonships appear
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| Raiding the foreign shores, we’re spreading fright and fear
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| Before we leave, before the tide will turn
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| What do the runes say, what town’s the next to burn
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| Overnight raids for silver and for gold
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| We’re after precious stones and slaves that can be sold
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| The stars shining bright and lead us by their light
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| The coast of England’s easy prey — get ready for the fight
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| Odin in your hand, we lay our lives and land
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| The greatest wish of every Viking facing the end
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| Die sword in hand
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| So raise your horns and taste the sweetest mead
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| We rule the waves, there’s nothing stronger than our fleet
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| When time has come, Valhalla we attend
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| A heroes' welcome will await us at the end
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| The stars shining bright and lead us by their light…
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| Sun and stars we trust in
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| We’re blind when fog is rising
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| The earth is flat, we sail too far from course
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| Across the sea of poison
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| Helpless we are like toys and |
| Blown by the black wind to the borderline, over the edge of time |