Striking down, in the dead of the night Armed with swords To show our bloody might Like a fierce full storm, coming in from the north, Dont stand against us, we always come forth Let the horns blow bid farewell to your love We call upon thor from his mountain above Ride when the mist clears at breaking of dawn Ride to invade, to engage To strike like thunder, thunder.... Thunder With ships blessed and pressuring oars We travel afar, to the foreign shores Hide your woman I say, for cruel are our ways Hide yourself if you can, this is the end of your days Those of the brave, that die by the sword Side by side, they stand proud To open the gate of valhalla
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