| 作曲 : Fay | |
| I watch the sky turning black | |
| And know the time is fast approaching | |
| My clan they all look to me | |
| I turn away, | |
| I face the ocean | |
| In the dark | |
| I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon | |
| Again the | |
| Vikings come, to this land they are a poison | |
| Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades | |
| Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids | |
| Their boats now pulled to shore | |
| Scrawny men pour forth from the hull | |
| Their faces look ailing and drawn | |
| But their minds are bent on the cull | |
| On they come, these viking raiders, pale and grey | |
| With withered bodies and swords to slay | |
| Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line | |
| But we are butchers and they are our swine | |
| By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here | |
| Stand firm at your line and show to fear | |
| From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands | |
| But instead tonight they will die by | |
| Gaelic hands | |
| I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the | |
| Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing | |
| I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder | |
| So many of my warriors die, as they stop viking plunder | |
| In the distance | |
| I see, their leader so wretched and vile | |
| Leading his men with pride, | |
| I see his weakness and | |
| I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed, | |
| I slice his head from his neck | |
| His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day |
| zuo qu : Fay | |
| I watch the sky turning black | |
| And know the time is fast approaching | |
| My clan they all look to me | |
| I turn away, | |
| I face the ocean | |
| In the dark | |
| I see a fleet of longships on the horizon | |
| Again the | |
| Vikings come, to this land they are a poison | |
| Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades | |
| Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids | |
| Their boats now pulled to shore | |
| Scrawny men pour forth from the hull | |
| Their faces look ailing and drawn | |
| But their minds are bent on the cull | |
| On they come, these viking raiders, pale and grey | |
| With withered bodies and swords to slay | |
| Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line | |
| But we are butchers and they are our swine | |
| By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here | |
| Stand firm at your line and show to fear | |
| From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands | |
| But instead tonight they will die by | |
| Gaelic hands | |
| I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the | |
| Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing | |
| I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder | |
| So many of my warriors die, as they stop viking plunder | |
| In the distance | |
| I see, their leader so wretched and vile | |
| Leading his men with pride, | |
| I see his weakness and | |
| I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed, | |
| I slice his head from his neck | |
| His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day |
| zuò qǔ : Fay | |
| I watch the sky turning black | |
| And know the time is fast approaching | |
| My clan they all look to me | |
| I turn away, | |
| I face the ocean | |
| In the dark | |
| I see a fleet of longships on the horizon | |
| Again the | |
| Vikings come, to this land they are a poison | |
| Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades | |
| Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids | |
| Their boats now pulled to shore | |
| Scrawny men pour forth from the hull | |
| Their faces look ailing and drawn | |
| But their minds are bent on the cull | |
| On they come, these viking raiders, pale and grey | |
| With withered bodies and swords to slay | |
| Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line | |
| But we are butchers and they are our swine | |
| By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here | |
| Stand firm at your line and show to fear | |
| From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands | |
| But instead tonight they will die by | |
| Gaelic hands | |
| I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the | |
| Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing | |
| I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder | |
| So many of my warriors die, as they stop viking plunder | |
| In the distance | |
| I see, their leader so wretched and vile | |
| Leading his men with pride, | |
| I see his weakness and | |
| I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed, | |
| I slice his head from his neck | |
| His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day |
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