Dress in armour
bring your sword and shield
and your lucky charm
In dragonships
we'll sail the seven seas
under guiding stars
Into battle - we will ride
Gods will follow - by our side
Heathens from the north
Heathens from the north
The air is still, the
bodies cold and pale
they'll never live to tell
About the slaughter
when battleground ran red
we gave them hell
Into battle - sense of pride
We're forever - shining bright
Heathens from the north
Heathens from the north
Heathens from the north
Heathens from the north
We are immortal
ever shining bright
Heathens from the north, yeah
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