| 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 |