*Co-author Terence Shipp*
A humble village in a haze of fog
Peaceful men who belittle none
Wintry hearts feel a chill
To fortell an arrivel of evil and sin
I saw the town ablaze
The hellfire spawned a maze
There walked three downcast men
In defeat, they hung their heads
The Norsemen plundered their shores
From the time of the gilded axe
When the days were plenty for the farms on the plains
And the fields were wet with the summer rains
Smoke rising to the sky
Women being raped in the name of Odin
Villager's time to die
Men being slaughtered in the name of Thor
And the rune stones are glowing into the golden night
The battle is a churning at the break of day
The townsmen will always lose the fight
And the longboats sail away
The elders gather together in a ragged band
They pray to their God's in a tongue of man
They pray for mercenary of the God's
To be released upon the Viking pillagers
The immortal man stands ready
His sword and shield are ablaze with glory
Forged in the halls of Vahalla
The immoral stands to fight
Marching steady, a legion of pillagers
To take down goliath, with sling and stone
They meet to fight him on the plains of blood
The immortal strikes them down one by one
And the Vikings flee from the terrifying beast
Who was released to cut the throat of tyranny
So by the sea and the shore's of Veldemark's mainland
Are forevermore protected by the wayside