At the time when the dragons flew over the seas Their wings were borne by the northern wind The storms had foreshadowed their arriving Here were the Vikings.
This was the Normain Invasion ! They're borned from cold in the farnorth They lived without caring for tomorrow They survived far from their motherly snow
Plain, my plain When you are covered by blood
The thrump of their steps as heavy as metal Sounded as loudly as thunder Following the signs of their gods.
They've given their name to our country They've won it with bloodshed, conquered by fire and sword. They've given their name to our country, They've won it by strength and brutality
Everyone was caged in fright No one dared to meet their eyes. Everyone had shivers down their spines , In their eyes you could read you would die
Plain, my plain After battles full of lights Century after century No ones can corrupt, corrupt them
Fighting was the last reason to live Giving to your life a real meaningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
