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Viking Warfare
I left my home, the world to roam it’s been now twelve years gone. From a boy to a man was a dreadful short span, as I journeyed to valleys beyond. Now the king, he has spoken and battle has broken, I’m wise to the ways of the world. Long on the sword, as we seek our reward, to see our flag unfurled… Sailed by starry dark of night, our longships cross the sea. Where a hundred headless horsemen guard the gates of Galilee. Each dawn’s a daily dance of death, through battle smoke like dragon’s breath. With echo axe to armor chink, each onslaught we rebuffed. You can invite the devil for a drink …if you think you’re man enough. Heavy’s the head that wears the crown, when the blood of brothers’ beckons. Weak is the sword, as it lies on the ground. If there’s a will, there’s a way, there are weapons. But once the battle has ended and our journeys’ been made, there’ll be air in my lungs, and blood on my blade. As was foretold, our flag was unrolled in the past… now once again! Vikings prevail, each time we sail, in the age of wooden ships … and iron men. Copyright © 2018
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