Walking on white plains
Coldness surrounds us
On a search for a ship
To travel far east
We got nothing to offer
We got nothing to trade
When we find a ship
Better have no one around it
For long days we sail
To aid our brothers at war
The enemy we will engage
And provoke a new carnage
We find our transport
In a seashore nearby
We will go on and fight
And slay the unending guards
Six for each of us
And still they fell
We are but invencible
With the support of the gods
Sails up high
Wind blowing strong
Excited and anxious
To join the slaughter
We are getting near
The warcries can be heard
We shall disembark
And rip them all apart
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