Viking Steel

Down from the mountains Beserkers arrive, clad in bear skin
 no mail.
The amanita blaze in their eyes for the south land set 
sail.
From rugged shorelines the warlords depart, north wind at 
their backs.
Beating drum to summons the storm, calm before the attack.

Gleaming swordsmen gaud the stone wall, raiders charge in 
wild packs.
Raging melee ferocious barrage, they fall by hammer and 
axe.
Breech the fortress, batter the gate sparring none in our 
path.
Saxon nobles realizing their fate, taste the cold Viking 
wrath.

Before the warriors of the sea
Foes cower and kneel
Masters of destiny
Die
By Viking steel