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