Striking down, in the dead of the night
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Armed with swords
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To show our bloody might
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Like a fierce full storm, coming in from the north,
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Don't stand against us, we always come forth
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Let the horns blow bid farewell to your love
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We call upon thor from his mountain above
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Ride when the mist clears at breaking of dawn
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Ride to invade, to engage
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To strike like thunder, thunder.... Thunder
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With ships blessed and pressuring oars
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We travel afar, to the foreign shores
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Hide your woman I say, for cruel are our ways
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Hide yourself if you can, this is the end of your days
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Those of the brave, that die by the sword
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Side by side, they stand proud
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To open the gate of valhalla
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Strike Like Thunder
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Supreme Majesty |