| "Vikings" | |
| We sail long ships to new lands through the fjord from Valhalla Oars that crash through raging seas, toward the midnight sun, we rise. The winds of Thor are calling The northern light shall guide our way In distant lands they fear our name A storm that rises from the waves. On tides of war, no shelter. We come with steel that's stained but true. we go where other fear to go. like ghosts from some unholy tomb. The moon upon the waters, casts a light into the night. And voices whisper on the wind, sometimes all is forgotten. The runes of time pass slowly, for those that want will never know. The drums that echo from the past lost souls we sail the night alone. | |