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From the Baltic Sea our galleys sweeo
to South and West and East,
We bring our bows from the Northern snows
that the great grey wolves may feast.

To the outmost roads of the plunging sea
Our dragon ships are hurled,
We have broken the chain of the Southern Danes
And now we break the world.

Out of the dark of misty north
We come like shapes of gloam
To harry again the Southland men
And trample the arms of Rome.

Oh the mighty heroes
The raven circle above our prows
Draws pictures of the gods

And our chant is the song of the sea.
They hear our oars by a thousand shores
And they know that the North is free!

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