Sons Of The North

In the lands where winter is king
Where deep forests primeval still
Crown brooding mountain-peaks
There reign as lords the sons of the North!
The Viking blood is strong in them
They descend from a race feared by men -
Their Drakkars are seen ploughing the sea
Their swords are carved with runes of doom!
When the skies seem pregnant with storm
When the church bells sounds the alarm
Pray for your life to your false God -
For here come the mighty sons of the North!
Where there's a fight
In land or at sea
The sons of the North
Are eager to plunge
Into the fray's very midst!
Berserker rage taking control:
Their eyes go wild, they snarl like beasts
Fear befalls all their enemies!
They clash their swords against their shields
They sing a song of blood and war
They're ready to kill in the name of Thor!
The Viking blood is strong in them
They descend from a race feared by men -
Their Drakkars are seen ploughing the sea
Their swords are carved with runes of doom!