War of the past

Laying back windows closed looking out to the skies I chose an inner warrior and a frame that I have built for my life my sword and help killed many men the Vikings are now hiking my dead we are honorable people we suffer to the gods of the waters I ache every muscle in my body we sit here and we take battle wounds see them shut with strength and pull back our swords we fight till the last man stands we are warriors nothing more we fight with bloodthirst clinch fist blood Spartans Vikings killing raid after raid we sit here and hear the wolves howl are names wolves and sheep clothing can't beg for mercy we Vikings will win subside the waters in the seven seas loch Ness monster so you see sitting back the devil comes out to clash black water from dark matter and space and clatter boats of Soren or is a Rowan Misty hills a snowman and gold plains are blowing we are Vikings we take what is ours we take what is our s what is ours we row or boats we take our ores go to the next giving shores Vikings are the blooded Spartans feeling like we took the war we won we won no Viking shall be done we hear sit drink our wine sharpen our sores until we rewind Vikings will come again we fight for our rights human civilization shall be lit up in bloodshed I will not fear I am a man for the name of Valhalla I shall give you my hand