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The cloister building is still on fire

The farmhouses are burnt to the ground

The stench of blood and scorched flesh

Pervades the air around

Eyes glued shut by dried up blood

Yet I know that all’s been lost

Standing up I hear surprised cries

From the victorious Viking host

Taken from our home

On the long-ships heading north

To distant unknown loam

The dragon ships set their course

Masters of the Sea

Ravage and plunder

Death by decree

By the god of thunder

The Vikings round up the survivors

Sorting out those who fit as slaves

Mercilessly killing all others

Then abandoning them without graves

Bound by the oar of a long ship

Weak and tired I just comply

Without knowing a word of their language

I realise it’s “row or die”

Masters of the Sea

Ravage and plunder

Death by decree

By the god of thunder