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For centuries we took from their hands

We sailed the seas in search of new lands

Quietly, violently raiding their towns

Norsemen kneel when we come around

We faced the wind and pierced

We're pale and thin and hungry for gold

Hardened children brought up to fight

Or else they won't make it through the night

Widows of sailors are nowhere found

Billows of failures, all dead

Took all that we could fit in our hulls

From wind to mead, we drank from their skulls

Pagan souls possessed by the moon

Tales of dead stayed chiseled on runes

Widows of sailors are nowhere found

Billows of failures, all dead