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I watched the sky turning black, and though the time is fast of ocean, I fancy all of you.
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I turn away, I face the ocean.
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In the dark, I see a fleet of ocean's on the horizon.
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Can the Vikings go to this land?
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They are a poison.
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Archers ready, your boats, swordsmen ready for blaze.
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Lord, be with us this night.
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As we start with my married wings.
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The farm, the bombs, and sun.
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Scorning back for far from the fights of the game and drunk.
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But the mind defends the girl.
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On day come these viking planes, pay ain't ready.
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With rain and bodies, it's so slay.
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Charging for freedom, they should allow it.
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With the rubble juice, they are slightly.
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Ready then, as a ball set down as we are.
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Step through my children, show no fear.
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From the north is all they come to raid our lands.
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We stretch and night and we'll die by yelling hands.
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Here the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings.
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Arrows scream overhead, and begin this night of killing.
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I watches the army's moonlight, flesh and blood gets torn asunder.
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So many of my worries die as this darkness like in thunder.
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In the distance, I see the leaders are redshit and vile.
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Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and thy smile.
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Gotta make a super afraid.
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A fight is strong and fair.
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This cowardly man run away.
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