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Standing with bloody sword trying to keep his pride.
Ruling the Viking hoard banishing evil with his stride.
Fire that keeps him warm, sailed many seas,
in from the storm battles witches in the trees.
Although he steals he's not wrong,
gives to beggars who sing the song.
Protects those who love, brings happiness to skies above.
Swinging ball and chain, reflects arrows with his shield.
Evil ways he's slain, sorrow ends with his yield.

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