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Chanted hymns of war

Land on northern shore

Christian men from Rome

Far away from home

Come to convert one

To their hallowed son

Those that would deny

They would surely die

At the edge of sword

Or the edge of spear

Worship their one lord

Claim their god you fear

Convert or die they say

Forcing all to pray

They would not survive

If they ran for their lives

20,000 spears

Marching endlessly

Men who know no fear

Death and hell they bring!

Meeting them head on

We the northern sons

Cannot idle by

These Christians must die

Brought by Odin's might

Many men to fight

Atgeir pierce the light

Shields on each mans right

The legion turns its head

Those that don't are dead

Axes through the air

Skulls split flesh made bare

Marching towards us

Feeding a Vikings lust

Line by line they plod

In the name of their god

20,000 spears

Marching endlessly

Men who know no fear

Death and hell they bring!

They charge

We stand

Shield wall made of thousands

Holding

Striking

Norsemen feed them steel death

Bodies

Bloodied

Few who knew of Midgard

Many

Roman

Fall in the name of Christ

Mercy

For none

Not a soul turns to run

Hacking

Stabbing

Slash, Smash and Impaling

Splintered

Shattered

Shields, smashed and bones alike

Too many

Too strong