The Norms weave grief and defeat  For Odin's sons, invaders from the sea  The standards are flying of high King brian  None can stand before the hosts of the irish lion  Years of torment the irish lament to hell the Vikings must be   Sent    The fury of a woman scorned  Gormlaith hath stirred the chieftians to make war on the Erin   Kings    Sitric Silkbeard hath gathered the Viking chieftains anchored   Off  The isle of man    The Valkyries race the skies tonight  Norsemen you will fall when you fight  Drowning in wound dew  Red thor walks the world of men  Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin  Dragon ships flee from Dublin town    The din of the battle it rocks the sky  As the Kelts smote and heap the carnage high  The Vikings form their shirld wall  But the Dalcasian axes see that they fall  Berserkers die for father one eye  As Crom laughs from his mountain high    Mail is torn and limbs are shorn as the verdant greens  Are washed in blood    Helmets are shattered and limbs are scattered  As the red ruin washes the land clean    The Valkyries race the skies tonight  Norsemen you will fall when you fight  Drowning in wound dew  Red Thor walks the world of men  Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin  Dragon ships flee     The Valkyries race the skies tonight  Norsemen you will fall when you fight    Drowning in wound dew  Red Thor walks the world of men  Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin  Dragon ships flee into the sea