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The enemy has come for you |
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Hear the pounding thunder hooves |
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There's no time to run or hide |
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Draw the weapon from your side |
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When they ride out from morning mist |
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With sharp blades in mighty fists |
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One hundred warriors on horse |
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An awesome brutal force |
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You feel weak and scared |
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Fear has gripped your heart |
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You will soon be overrun |
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You will soon be torn apart |
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Now, where is your God? |
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Does he hear your prayers? |
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Does he even care for you? |
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His silence speaks loud and clear |
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Raid is done, see the country burn |
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All are gone, only misery remains |
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Raid is done, the warriors return |
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All are gone and all that's left is pain |
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The Vikings strike, so fast and hard |
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Those who run won't make it far |
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And those who chose to stand and fight |
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They have made the choice to die |
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The weapons tear through flesh and bone |
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Dying men that scream and moan |
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With severed limbs to the hall of death |
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The battlefield is full of death |
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Feel the strength of rotting flesh |
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When the entire country burns |
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As the warriors return |
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And they came out from morning mist |
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With sharp blades in mighty fists |
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They leave this land all burned and scorn |
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Those alive will mourn |
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Now, where is your God? |
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Does he hear your prayers? |
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Does he even care for you? |
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His silence speaks loud and clear |
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Raid is done, see the country burn |
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All are gone, only misery remains |
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Raid is done, the warriors return |
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All are gone and all that's left is pain |
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Raid is done, see the country burn |
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Only misery remains |
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All are gone, the warriors return |
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And all that's left is pain |
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Where is your God? |
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Does he hear your prayers? |
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Does he even care? |
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Where's your God? |
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Does he hear your prayers? |
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His silence speaks loud and clear |
