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Bred 'neath the Norðurljós and
Raised amongst bloodshed
Fled my homeland
Leaving footprints of red

Bleeding the Nomads
On the steppes of the East
Warrior poet, the last
Of a dying breed

I shall strive for glory
Lay down your swords before me

Exiled king
Vengeance I'll bring
Cutting down all who oppose me
Cleaving through the unknown with
Thews hewn from stone
Tearing my course through history

Exiled king
Vengeance I'll bring
Forging my empire of the sea
Odin guide me

To Miklagard we rode
For plunder and wine
Palaces looted
With rage and rapine

Carved out a fortune
With the blood of my foes
To make my stand where
I once was deposed

Raiding the coastlines
Our warhorns will sing
Strike fear in the hearts
Of bastard Saxon kings

They shall weep at my arrival
Splitting skulls of every rival

Bathed in blood, encloaked in glory
Corpses heaped for all the gods to see

Look now to your coastline
And tremble with dread
The sun will soon set over
The mounds of your dead

Blood soaking ground
Claimed by its rightful lord
Your wives and your sons and
Your daughters put to the sword

This conspiracy
To usurp me
Finally ends this day
All of Mercia
Shall bleed
Bleed unto me

Clashing of steel rings
Through meadows stained red
Wounded, on all sides
I slog through the dead

Arrows are flying
They pierce as I slay
Through thigh and through throat
I'll reach Valhalla this day

I shall murder as I die
Howling my final battle cry

Odin guide me home

Exiled King
Vengeance did sing
He fought with valour as he died

Exiled King
Hardrada slain
Go now with Odin by your side

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