Verse 1:
The blood on our swords shall never fade, with time nor the piercing rain. Many shields we have broken.
Long has it been since we’ve been home, favored by the gods for we are still alive.
Waves crash on the shore as we quickly drop the oars; fearsome waters churn ahead.
We will make it home, to the fjords and cold-dancing women and mead in our hands.
Pre-chorus:
Blinded by the rain, the lightening in the sky is our only light.
Tested by the gods, we will return, when the battlefields have called us forth again!
Chorus:
To the sky, through the storm we will ride.
Tonight this world is ours.
No fear, no pain, for we cannot be broken

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