|
Once the sky turning black, and all the time is fast of ocean.
|
|
And then they all look to me.
|
|
I turn away, I face the ocean.
|
|
In the dark, I see a field of ocean on the rising.
|
|
When the Vikings go to this land, they are a poison.
|
|
Archers ready, your boats, swordsmen ready your face.
|
|
Lord, be with us this night.
|
|
As we start these barbarian waves, the fountain found them stop.
|
|
Scorning and fought for now.
|
|
The fights of the game is run.
|
|
But the mind of the girl.
|
|
On their company's lighting waiters, pale and grey.
|
|
With rain bodies, songs to say.
|
|
Charging for the filthy shoot towards our night.
|
|
But we are rolling, but they are slight.
|
|
Ready then, as the bowls and turn is real.
|
|
Step through my journey, show no fear.
|
|
From the north is all it helps to raid our hands.
|
|
We stretch and I grave girl in hand.
|
|
Here the cold to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings.
|
|
Arrows scream overhead, and begin the sky of killing.
|
|
I want to be all these moonlight.
|
|
Flesh and blood gets torn asunder.
|
|
So many of my worries die as this darkness by King Thunder.
|
|
In the distance, I see the leader so critic and vile.
|
|
Leading his fairy pride, I see his weakness and thy smile.
|
|
Got a feeling superfringed.
|
|
When life is hand strong and fast, this power is best run away.
|
