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Ships were prepared |
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Weapons and shields |
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Sails were raised |
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We headed out to sea |
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Norway disappeared in the East |
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Our journey had begun |
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Helpful winds gave us our speed |
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Under a warming sun |
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Heading to the emerald land |
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A fleet of fifty ships |
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An army of two thousand men |
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Led by the king |
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On the horizon dark clouds arose |
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Thor rode across the black clouds |
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As the night rolled in over us |
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We felt the wrath of the storm |
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That night |
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I was haunted by dreams |
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An omen |
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Of what was to come |
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The serpent arose from the sea |
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Ready to strike |
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With hammer in hand |
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The serpent in pain |
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twisting in furious rage! |
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Fought for its life |
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The serpent escaped |
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Thor was enraged |
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My dreams began to fade |
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Woke from my dreams |
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Sword in my hand |
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The break of dawn |
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We were closing in |
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On Irish land |
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Time to attack |
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Grabbed our shields |
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We came ashore |
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And saw the waiting horde |
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The fight was short and deadly intense |
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The Irish fought us well |
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But as we gained the upper hand |
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Their fighting spirit quelled |
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Ready to strike |
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With swords in our hands |
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They struggled with heart |
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The Irish fell to our wrath |
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Fought for his life |
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Their king escaped |
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With fury divine |
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King Olav threw his sword |
