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!"
words
which
weapons
waited
vowed
violent
viking
unknown
uncertain
turns
towards
thunder
force
clouds
battle
mighty
release
fleet
embattled
white
patiently
barred
flanking
fierce
drawing
distant
descends
turning
darkness
flare
cries
enemies
cracks
swore
arrows
climb
arrow
before
blind
sweeps
close
appears
forever
through
ahead
fighting
looks
revenge
crash
clearly
leads
victory
attack
fills
fight
stand
fades
battlefield
around
raging
death
waves
cannot
pounds
clash
command
cattle
chariot
fleets
cloud
glides
thick
hears
glory
shields
begins
grapes
great
sword
light
comes
heart
holds
lightning
refuse
return
stands
massive
might
misty
deadly
shores
night
northern
picks
pierced
rolls
silent
ships
begin
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