3 acessos
The northmen decide that now is the time
the time to avenge all wrong done.
they know its time, its time for war
they make plans for the attack.
they look to the sky, so clear and so free
the sun sinks down into the ground
a sign of the time, when the night will arrive
to send these cross-men to thier nurning hell
the night;s dark has come, only lit by thier flames
they say thier last words to the loved.
they sing songs of war, and they gather thier arms.
now they head down for the shores.
down on the shores, they hail these ships
these dragons so swift and so grim.
armed id them all, for battles beyond
these ships now set sail for glorious war.
O wind, give us strenth from up high
O wind give us strenth from the sky
now the ships leave the bay, dragons on bow
the winds of glory fills their sails.
the thousands of stars, up in the sky
fuels these pagan's pride.
a man stands on deck, gazing at the sea
wondering will i give up it all
he smiles grinly and raises his sword
towards Odin's mighty hall