Under the Nordic sky, where shadows dance in moonlit trance,
A brutal horde, fierce and wild, the Vikings in their warlike stance.
Axes gleaming in the twilight, eyes reflecting Odin’s might,
Darkness cloaked in crimson hue, they rise to claim the night.
Blood-soaked seas, a vengeful tide, in Viking hearts, the war drums bide,
Sailing on ships with dragon pride, in blood and death, their fate’s allied.
Uprisen with the setting sun, berserkers howl, the battle begun,
The gods themselves in awe succumb, as Viking warriors seek and shun.
Vikings of the brutal night, under a moon so pale,
Bloodshed and destruction, their saga, a darkened tale.
Axes and shields in hand, they march with dread intent,
A symphony of chaos, in the war god’s firmament.
Through fjords and forests, cold and deep, the Viking war cries wildly sweep,
A darkness born from iron will, their destiny, a blood-stained thrill.
Raiding villages with savage might, relentless warriors in the night,
The scent of fear, the taste of dread, their legacy in rivers red.
Blood-soaked seas, a vengeful tide, in Viking hearts, the war drums bide,
Sailing on ships with dragon pride, in blood and death, their fate’s allied.
Uprisen with the setting sun, berserkers howl, the battle begun,
The gods themselves in awe succumb, as Viking warriors seek and shun.
Vikings of the brutal night, under a moon so pale,
Bloodshed and destruction, their saga, a darkened tale.
Axes and shields in hand, they march with dread intent,
A symphony of chaos, in the war god’s firmament.
Through the fires of Midgard’s wrath, in the aftermath of bloodbath,
Valhalla calls with thunderous might, Odin’s warriors embrace the night.
A relentless quest for honor’s gold, in tales of yore and legends bold,
In shadows deep, their saga’s told, by the fires of conquest, they’re enrolled.
Vikings of the brutal night, under a moon so pale,
Bloodshed and destruction, their saga, a darkened tale.
Axes and shields in hand, they march with dread intent,
A symphony of chaos, in the war god’s firmament.
As the sun ascends with fiery might, the Vikings rest, their hearts alight,
A legacy of darkness, blood, and might, beneath the northern lights so bright.
In the echoes of their savage roars, the saga lives forevermore,
For in the blood-stained lore they bore, the Viking spirit, an eternal lore.
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