The church bell is ringing at the sight of dragonsails!
A screaming and crying, bring in the women first!
In a hailstorm of arrows they're climbing up the hill.
Their swords, shields and axes are gleaming in the sun.
Dying in battle for Odin -
northmen's glory, northmen's honour.
For god's grace and glory we fight with iron hearts!
Too many are falling, killed by the heathen blades!
The vikings are storming and overcome our walls -
the rage of the northmen has to be cooled by blood!
Dragons crossed the northern seas
in search for gold and glory.
In 793 A.C. they stormed our shores with fury.
From Scotland down to England
their battlecries were roaring.
The realm of dragons - hell-descent,
destiny's conjuring.
The bite of their axes - crushed our armour plates.
The harvest of warcraft - we paid in martyrs blood.
Our lord, the allmighty, has turned his back on us!
The battle is over - they crush the holy cross!
Dying...
Their legend is growing, telltold from coast to coast.
The devils from Norway struck fear into our hearts.
The claws of the raven has claimed the northern realm.
A fortune in murder - they sailed right out of hell.