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Premonition came through the presence of the crows

Their black beaks pointing across the foam for distant English shores

Perching on the top of our ships as prows

The waste-land raven flag was flapping for all of us

Seven feet of English soil

Seven feet of English soil

Death's been our reward

All day long we stood, All day long we fought

A locust's swarm

Hardaraada sung his songs

King Harold's Thingmen tidal wave of Death, their

Best performance ever as we're rotting underground

Dust-cloud rising from Gate Helmsley

Steel armour glints, I watch them shining