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Coming in swarms

 Out of the sky

 Forming an iron cross

 Then they divide

 Only the smells of death will follow them

 Galleys that fly

 Out of the north

 Painting the sky-ways red

 Plundering forth

 Only the swiftest will challenge them

 Carrying chains

 Iron and swords

 Poisonous arrows fly

 Into the hordes

 Only the stoutest stock of northern men

 Battling trees

 Wrestling rocks

 Summoning Voden's strength

 Enemies drop

 Only the trials of flesh will challenge them

 (Chorus)

 Voden's call

 One and all

 Thor's winds blow

 North we go

 Coming in swarms

 Out of the sky

 Forming an iron cross

 Then they divide

 Only the smells of death will follow them

 Galleys that fly

 Into the sun

 Carrying rogues and slaves

 Enemies fallen

 Only the trails of blood remember them