Thundering through the endless woods
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let by the sound of the Bjallarhorn,
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they resounded from beyond the Skjeldenland.
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Clinching with their swords they attack
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after hearing the Heimdall's sign to charge,
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the sign to ride over Skjeldenland.
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Ending with the roman dominion,
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they hail the restoration of the pagandom,
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burning down the churches with their pagan fire
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they do it with ancestral northern hate,
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piling sacred temples of the feeble Christ,
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They steal the golden call in offering to Odin.
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Hailing under the blackened skies of Norway
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the raven's claw signed the northern hordes
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to charge, to ride all over the Skjeldenland
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Claiming their Viking victories in Flanders
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as rival they have the Vlanderesns striders
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who are daring to keep the Flemish empire.
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A silver fullmoon glows on a winter night
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sometimes hidden by clouds and Midgard's fire
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reflecting and resounding with Thor's strikes
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all over the pagan fields of the Skjeldenland.
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Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, winter nights
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Northwinds are howling like hungry wolves
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they victimize, but the Viking horde invade the frozen winter.
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They pile the profaned churches and hail the pagan fire,
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Asgardsveien are their paths from the Hordanes land.
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Rising high their swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland.
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Hail Skjeldenland!!!
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Skjeldenland
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| Enthroned |
