The Viking Crusade

The frost bites deep, the air is still We march as one, with iron will

Across the waves, a fate is drawn A final stand before the dawn

Axes gleam in morning's light Shields are raised, hearts ignite

The raven flies, the skies grow dim The gods prepare to welcome him

Through Valhalla we ride, on waves of fire and steel

Through storm and tide, our destiny revealed

The halls of the brave, where legends are made

This is our saga, the Viking Crusade

The ground shakes hard, the horn resounds A clash of titans, battle bound

Blood runs thick, the air is wild Our names live on, though death be piled