Down from the mountains Beserkers arrive, clad in bear skin no mail.
The amanita blaze in their eyes for the south land set sail.
From rugged shorelines the warlords depart, north wind at their backs.
Beating drum to summons the storm, calm before the attack.
Gleaming swordsmen gaud the stone wall, raiders charge in wild packs.
Raging melee ferocious barrage, they fall by hammer and axe.
Breech the fortress, batter the gate sparring none in our path.
Saxon nobles realizing their fate, taste the cold Viking wrath.
Before the warriors of the sea
Foes cower and kneel
Masters of destiny
Die
By Viking steel