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Thundering through the endless woodslet by the sound of the Bjallarhorn,they resounded from beyond the Skjeldenland.
Clinching with their swords they attackafter hearing the Heimdall's sign to charge,the sign to ride over Skjeldenland.
Ending with the roman dominion,they hail the restoration of the pagandom,burning down the churches with their pagan firethey do it with ancestral northern hate,piling sacred temples of the feeble Christ,
They steal the golden call in offering to Odin.
Hailing under the blackened skies of Norwaythe raven's claw signed the northern hordesto charge, to ride all over the Skjeldenland
Claiming their Viking victories in Flandersas rival they have the Vlanderesns striderswho are daring to keep the Flemish empire.A silver fullmoon glows on a winter nightsometimes hidden by clouds and Midgard's firereflecting and resounding with Thor's strikesall over the pagan fields of the Skjeldenland.
Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, winter nights
Northwinds are howling like hungry wolvesthey victimize, but the Viking horde invade the frozen winter.
They pile the profaned churches and hail the pagan fire,
Asgardsveien are their paths from the Hordanes land.
Rising high their swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland.
Hail Skjeldenland!!!
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