The Norms weave grief and defeat

For Odin's sons, invaders from the sea

The standards are flying of high King brian

None can stand before the hosts of the irish lion

Years of torment the irish lament to hell the Vikings must be

sent



The fury of a woman scorned

Gormlaith hath stirred the chieftians to make war on the Erin

kings



Sitric Silkbeard hath gathered the Viking chieftains anchored

off

the isle of man



The Valkyries race the skies tonight

Norsemen you will fall when you fight

Drowning in wound dew

Red thor walks the world of men

Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin

Dragon ships flee from Dublin town



The din of the battle it rocks the sky

As the Kelts smote and heap the carnage high

The Vikings form their shirld wall

But the Dalcasian axes see that they fall

Berserkers die for father one eye

As Crom laughs from his mountain high



Mail is torn and limbs are shorn as the verdant greens

are washed in blood



Helmets are shattered and limbs are scattered

As the red ruin washes the land clean



The Valkyries race the skies tonight

Norsemen you will fall when you fight

Drowning in wound dew

Red Thor walks the world of men

Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin

Dragon ships flee



The Valkyries race the skies tonight

Norsemen you will fall when you fight



Drowning in wound dew

Red Thor walks the world of men

Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin

Dragon ships flee into the sea