Back on Northern Shores

A thick fog lies ahead

The ocean's deadly calm

Their ship glides on the silent waves

Into the unknown

He cannot turn around

For him it's much too late

He puts his back into the oar

And rows towards his fate

The ship cuts through

The milk white mist

Through the blind they clearly hear

The oar strokes of their mighty fleet

Battle's drawing near

His heart pounds loud and wild

He's waited for this day

Then suddenly a dragon's head

Appears out of the haze

Back on the Northern shores

Just as he once swore

He vowed to return

And to make them burn

Then a Northern wind picks up

It sweeps the mist away

A might viking fleet appears

Patiently they wait

"Death or victory!"

Words by which they stand

No turning back! In for the kill!

Led by thy command!

"All men grab your swords and shields

The enemies lay ahead!

We'll make this bay our battlefield

and fill the waves with dead!"

Darkness then descends

Day turns into night

A massive cloud of thousand arrows

Fills the misty sky

With violent force

The two fleets crash

The battle now begins

Cries of war as weapons clash

Uncertain who will win

Thunder rolls 'cross the waves

Lightning cracks the sky

Clouds release hail big as grapes

As arrows are let fly

Hear the berserks roar!

They call to mighty Thor!

The fury in their raging eyes

Will burn forever more

Hear the weapons sing!

Feel the arrows sting!

They climb onto the Earl's great ship

And begin to swing

The fight is fierce as they attack

With sword and axe, no guts, no glory!

Arrow pierced, they won't back down

They battle on with heart and fury

Then it turns

The flanking ships give way

And soon they are embattled

Standing firm! Fight 'til death!

They refuse to die like cattle

Fighting for his life

No holds barred

So close to revenge

Close but yet so far

Then he stands before him

It's like the battle fades

He sees his father's eyes

As he's struck into the waves

Back on Northern shores

Just as he once sword

He has met his fate

In these cold dark waves

He looks to clouds up high

A dead and distant stare

She comes out of the light

See the chariot flare

Standing on the shore

He hears her silent call

Freja leads him through the door

Into the great hall

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