Viking Slayer
I watch the sky turning black,
And know the time is fast approaching,
My clan they all look to me,
I turn away, I face the ocean.
In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon,
Again the Vikings come, to this land they are a poison.
Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades,
Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids.
Their boats now pulled to shore,
Scrawny men pour forth from the hull,
Their faces look ailing and drawn
But their minds are bent on the cull.
On they come, these viking raiders, pale and grey,
With withered bodies and swords to slay.
Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line,
But we are butchers and they are our swine.
By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here
Stand firm at your line and show to fear,
From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands,
But instead tonight they will die by Gaelic hands.
I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings,
Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing.
I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder,
So many of my warriors die, as they stop viking plunder.
In the distance I see, their leader so wretched and vile,
Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and I smile,
Caught up in his stupor of greed, I slice his head from his neck,
His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day.
And know the time is fast approaching,
My clan they all look to me,
I turn away, I face the ocean.
In the dark I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon,
Again the Vikings come, to this land they are a poison.
Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades,
Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids.
Their boats now pulled to shore,
Scrawny men pour forth from the hull,
Their faces look ailing and drawn
But their minds are bent on the cull.
On they come, these viking raiders, pale and grey,
With withered bodies and swords to slay.
Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line,
But we are butchers and they are our swine.
By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here
Stand firm at your line and show to fear,
From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands,
But instead tonight they will die by Gaelic hands.
I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the Vikings,
Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing.
I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder,
So many of my warriors die, as they stop viking plunder.
In the distance I see, their leader so wretched and vile,
Leading his men with pride, I see his weakness and I smile,
Caught up in his stupor of greed, I slice his head from his neck,
His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day.