Here we stand at the nothern sea
Men who’ll never flee.
We board the dragon ship
With swords at our hip.
Our shields are ready
And our archers hands steady.
With sword and spear
We’ll spread fear.
We cross the sea
With oar and breeze.
We raid cities and towns
And worship with battle sounds.
We spill Christian blood
Like a crimson flood.
We come like wolfs out of the den
We are the Sons of Odin.
Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed.
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