793 - Gwydion

Ocean waves crash, cry!

Salty air, stings your eyes

On the low seas, carried by the high winds

By the high winds!

We burst into the unknown, carrying rumble in our hearts

With a firm grasp of sword and shield, we touch the land

Free will and determination, drives us through

Sweeping fight, like an animal beast

Like a dreadful dragon!

Pillaging in search of plunder

Secret relics trampled under

The hands that drew the painted page

Fell prey to the waves raiders rage

Oh lord please liberate your folk

From the north men, furious sword stroke

All in their way, prepare to run

An age of Viking has begun!

Prepare to pick up weapons!

Advance into engagement!

Stand firm… Fight!

Attack!

It was in 793, that evil signs were plain to see

War came like heathen crew

Harbinger of dread, as starvation, true!

Prepare to pick up weapons!

Advance into engagement!

Stand firm… Fight!

Attack!

The church walls were splattered with blood

We pagans, ravaged, with polluted feet

We took the altars down!

Prisoners were taken.

Religious men!

Some we kill!

Some we drown!

Prepare to pick up weapons!

Advance into engagement!

Stand firm… Fight!

Attack!

Pillaging in search of plunder

Secret relics trampled under

The hands that drew the painted page

Fell prey to the waves raiders rage

Oh lord please liberate your folk

From the north men, furious sword stroke

All in their way, prepare to run

An age of Viking has begun!

The age of Viking has begun!