Yeahrrgh!!!       Blood red bows plough the waves    The dragon heads grin    Twenty ships with Norsemen braves    Riding the northern wind       They left their shores at early dawn    As a red sun was rising in the east    An ancient sign of coming storm    Thunder of sword and shield       Sails appear in the south    Now every man prepare    The sea will be colored by blood    Battle is drawing near       A mighty fleet of forty ships    Two kings bring lethal steel    No words spoken between enemies    Just thunder of sword and shield       A rain of arrows darkens the sun    A cloud of wood and steel    Through shields and flesh the arrows run    Bringing warriors to their knees       A war-cry loud as heimdal's horn    Fills the vibrating air    This is the place heroes are born    And where death is always near       Here it comes, the mighty storm    Every man attacks    Now is when heroes are born    There is no turning back