Raiding for living

The north wind calls us home
To the place where we belong
Our wifes await us by the shore
To hear and adore the vicious lore

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Rest assured, we raid again

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We are the Vikings that roam the new land
We are the rulers, obidience enforced

ODIN OI

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With Odin and Tyr all by our side
No one is safe and no one can hide
our fearsome roars they are heard in the sky
Thor will rain thunder and they will all cry

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Cold is the breeze and the burden of death
we feast on our enemies last breath
their fortune has faded their luck is now gone
the fog is lifting and the battle is won

The Christian scum once more defeated
The clerics and the preachers all got treated

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Their noble god has not appeared
Since our gods are the most feared
Their noble god has not appeared
Since our gods are the most feaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeared

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The belly of the ship is filled
All churches burnt and priests were killed
The basements are empty from our raid
Their soldiers died from my own blade

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We roam the land of the unholy treasure
For our kin and for our endless pleasure
Lost their head in the war
Lost their life to our roar (to our roar)
For our kin and for endless pleasure

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Fulfill the oath loyal to our kind
With rage and honor in our mind
Fulfill the oath loyal to our kind
With rage and honor in our mind

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Cold is the breeze and the burden of death
We feast on our enemies last breath
Their fortune has faded their luck now is gone!
The fog is lifting and the battle is won?

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aargh
aargh

The Christian scum once more defeated
The clerics and their preachers all got treated
Their god has not appeared

Cold is the breeze and the burden of death
We feast on our enemies last breath
Their fortune has faded their luck now is gone!
The fog is lifting and the battle is won?

aargh

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