Seems to me a great vast black ocean
Yet it ignores the wind
Once you can see it than describe it to your lord.
A huge mass of shining polearms
The sound of battle horns, prepares the storm
Death is coming dresssed as a pagan horde.
Above this walls i admire my end,
This viking horde is beauty and death.
My lord forgive me for all my sins,
Please let me sing of our future heathen reign...
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