The enemy has come for you hear the pounding thunder hooves there's no time to run or hide draw the weapon from your side
When they ride out from morning mist with sharp blades in mighty fists one hundred warriors on horse an awesome brutal force
You feel weak and scared fear has gripped your heart you will soon be over run you will soon be torn apart
Now where is your god does he hear your prayers does he even care for you his silence speaks loud and clear
Raid is done see the country burn all are gone only misery remains raid is done the warriors return all are gone all that's left is pain
The vikings strike so fast and hard those who run won't make it far and those who chose to stand and fight they have made the choice to die
The weapons tear through flesh and bone dying men that scream and moan with severed limbs to the hall of death
The battlefield is full of death feel the stench of rotting flesh when the entire country burns as the warriors return
And they came out from morning mist with sharp blades in mighty fists they leave this land all burned and scorn those alive will mournTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
