Valhalla Calling

The hammer of gods, pounds the skies
Drives our ships where new worlds rise
To fight the horde, to laugh and die
Valhalla calls, and so do I
We travel west, the English shore
Their lands will fall to axe and oar
To we who breathe Ice and gale
Our midnight raids will never fail
Thunder of drums cover the sails
To conquer shores in howling wails
Conquered with might and grace
On we go with blades that thrash
Our only aim, is Britains clash
Smoke rose black on English sand
Wolf of man rolled from sea to land
Your meadows green so soft and fair
We vikings tell tales, blood and dares
We'll destroy the walls with iron glare
We are your overlords..