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An insignificant speck in the distance

Something emerges from the storm

Slowly we understand what they are

As dreadful dragon ships take form

Sound the alarm, close the gates

Gather up supplies and cattle

Arm all those who can carry a sword

Raiders land, prepared for battle

I stand to fight

The northern might

Surrounded and outnumbered I fight until I fall

Wrath of the North – berserkers in rage

Hammers of war – crushing down

Wrath of the North – kill and enslave

Axes and swords – slashing down

They slaughter men and animals alike

How can we escape this bloodthirsty hoard?

Our last hope lies within a divine strike

From the heavens above, mighty Lord

I hack and I slash in a frenzy of steel

1000 years of training define my skill

They fall by my relentless blade

Yet more raiders move in for the kill

I’m covered in a wave of iron and blood

As the fearless Berserkers attack

Deep in the pandemonium of gore

I feel a mighty axe sink into my back

Hammers crush skulls

Axes sever limbs

Bloody carnage reigns

And the outcome looks grim