the northmen decide, that now is the time the time to avenge all wrong done. they know it is time, its time for a war they make the plans for the attack. they look to the sky, so clear and so free the sun sinks down into the ground. a sign of the time, when the night will arrive to send these crossmen to their burning hell. the nights dark has come, only lit by their flames they say their last words to their loved. they sing songs of war, and they gather their arms, now they head down for the dark shores. down on the shores, they hail these ships these dragons so swift and so grim. armed is them all, for battles beyond these ships now set sail for glorious war. O wind, give us strength from up high O wind, give us strength from the sky now the ships leave the bay, dragons on bow the winds of glory fill their sails the thousands of stars, up in the sky fuel these pagans pride a man stands on deck, gazing at the sea wondering will I give up it all? he smiles grimly and raises his sword towards Odins mighty hall.
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