"Dar tog en nordlig vind
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skeppet, sa att kungen
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ombord fordes med
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till strid mot tva kungar
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De djarva kungarna
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Halsade med pilskott
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Ordlost i striden.
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Skoldarnas buller rackte."
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Blood red bows plough the waves
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Dragon heads grin
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Twenty ships with Norsemen braves
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Riding the northern wind
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They left their shores at early dawn
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As a red sun was rising in the east
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An ancient sign of coming storm
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Thunder of sword and shield
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Sails appear in the south
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Now every man prepare
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The sea will be colored by blood
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Battle is drawing near
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A mighty fleet of forty ships
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Two kings bring lethal steel
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No words spoken between enemies
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Just thunder of sword and shield
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A rain of arrows darkens the sun
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A cloud of wood and steel
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Through shields and flesh the arrows run
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Bringing warriors to their knees
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A war-cry loud as heimdal's horn
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Fills the vibrating air
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This is the place where heroes are born
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And where death is always near
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Here it comes the mighty storm
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Every man attacks
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Now is when heroes are born
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There is no turning back
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An Ancient Sign Of Coming Storm
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| Amon Amarth |
