Their sails impress the men, those standing on shore
distressed and under-armed, never seen this before
those long and polished swords for sure kill them all

don’t fear the wounds and the battle cries
take a look around
and behold Hell

when the rays appear beyond, the Normans are gone
through smoke and children’s blood, their corpses still warm
now Jacob’s ladder reaches for the gods

don’t fear the wonders of all the might
take a look around
and behold well

out of the crystal mist, the sparkling beauty of the entrance appears in front of us, almost blinding our battered faces, we knew, as we always did, for we are the brave and chosen ones, the heavens await us…

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