The Norms weave grief and defeat For Odin's sons, invaders from the sea The standards are flying of high King brian None can stand before the hosts of the irish lion Years of torment the irish lament to hell the Vikings must be sent
The fury of a woman scorned Gormlaith hath stirred the chieftians to make war on the Erin kings
Sitric Silkbeard hath gathered the Viking chieftains anchored off the isle of man
The Valkyries race the skies tonight Norsemen you will fall when you fight Drowning in wound dew Red thor walks the world of men Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin Dragon ships flee from Dublin town
The din of the battle it rocks the sky As the Kelts smote and heap the carnage high The Vikings form their shirld wall But the Dalcasian axes see that they fall Berserkers die for father one eye As Crom laughs from his mountain high
Mail is torn and limbs are shorn as the verdant greens are washed in blood
Helmets are shattered and limbs are scattered As the red ruin washes the land clean
The Valkyries race the skies tonight Norsemen you will fall when you fight Drowning in wound dew Red Thor walks the world of men Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin Dragon ships flee
The Valkyries race the skies tonight Norsemen you will fall when you fight
Drowning in wound dew Red Thor walks the world of men Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin Dragon ships flee into the seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
