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In ships of oak, on waves we sail.

The beach is filled with faces so pale.

On the shore, the hour draws near.

Sound the Jarl’s horn, it fills you with fear.

Drum and sword, spear and shield,

Steel and stones, skull and bones.

Their blood is mead for the swords that we wield.

Our enemies’ corpses litter the battlefield.

Death to them, silver to us.

The sand turns red with every thrust.

Onward we go, shields raised high.

We come for battle, and they must die.

We fight for Odin; we fight for glory.

We fight so the bards sing of our story.

Storm the gates, pillage and kill.

Unless you’re the gods we shall not kneel.

Sword, axe, or spear in hand.

We take their lives; we take their land.

Jarl Ingvar Schildknacker leads the charge.

You’re never safe with the Draugr at large.

Draugr, Draugr Vinlands.

Draugr Vinlands Attack!

Draugr, Draugr Vinlands.