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While the flowers 'oer the plain,

rustled their never ending field of grain,

of the dirt and of the grass,

of the oxen, of the ass,

never thinking, never wondering,

while the skys were loudly thundering,

while the Vikings did their plundering.



Bezerkergang, of all to watch

A horde of madmen, swarm like wasps

Across the English shores and coasts

A pagan pig is sure to roast.

The vikings struck fear in the hearts of many,

stealing and killing, all for a penny.



Now that they climb aboard their longships,

Fear is rising once again.

On the horizon, you see the masts

of thousands of ships filled with angry men.



While the flowers 'oer the plain,

rustled their never ending field of grain,

of the dirt and of the grass,

of the oxen, of the ass,

never thinking, never wondering,

while the skys were loudly thundering,

while the Vikings did their plundering.