Dust clouds arise from the english ground
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The smell of blood pierces the brain
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Running in charge towards the castle walls
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I hear my heart beat down in my throat
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I know the Battle joy!
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As my sweat drops into my eyes
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A rain of arrows whistlles in the sky
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This icy air freezes our blades
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And wet our beards with a morning rain
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Blood, it's on my face!
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Odin guide my sword!
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As some vikings bolts pierce the walls
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We bring the ram towards the gate
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Warriors proudly die under english fire
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Tha ram claims for its path of death
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Thunderous is the crack!
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I awaited for this glorious moment
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I can now enter the fortress crying the charge
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My axe cuts some english heads
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While the city of Jorvik cries its swansong
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Captured is the king!
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Odin guide my sword!
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In The Battlefield
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