And power so real,
They conquer their foes,
With painful lowblows,
Since they are quick, cunning, and smart,
They win there battles with all their heart,
They use their ships from land to land,
Where they fight their battles and greatly expand,
Since they never give up and fight till the end,
They conquer the world with great errand,
They are very well known with many likings,
They are the Vikings!
`Go, my valkyries,' Odin said, `Go forth, my angels of the dead,
Gondul and Skogul, to the plain Drenched with the battle's bloody rain,
And to the dying Thorovin raven feeder tell, Here in Valhal shall he dwell.'
"At Stord, so late a lonely shore, Was heard the battle's wild uproar;
The lightning of the flashing sword Burned fiercely at the shore of Stord.
From levelled halberd and spearhead Life-blood was dropping fast and red;
And the keen arrows' biting sleet Upon the shore at Stord fast beat.
"Upon the thundering cloud of shield Flashed bright the sword-storm o'er the field; And on the plate-mail rattled loud The arrow-shower's rushing cloud,
In Odin's tempest-weather, there Swift whistling through the angry air;
And the spear-torrents swept away Ranks of brave men from light of day.
"With batter'd shield, and blood-smear'd sword Slits one beside the shore of Stord, With armour crushed and gashed sits he, A grim and ghastly sight to see;
And round about in sorrow stand The warriors of his gallant band:
Because the king of Dags' old race In Odin's hall must fill a place.
"Then up spake Gondul, standing near Resting upon her long ash spear, -- `Thorvin! the gods' cause prospers well, And thou in Odin's halls shalt dwell!'
The day is ours -- the battle won"Then Skogul said, `My coal-black steed,
Home to the gods I now must speed,
"Fresh from the battle-field mighty Thorovin came in, Dripping with blood, the Norsemen'a king.
And now resides within Valhala the mighty Thorovin raven feederWith shield on arm and helm on head
He who in boyhood wild rode o'er The seaman's horse to Skanea's shore.
And showed the Danes his galley's bow,
Right nobly scours the ocean now.
On Scotland's coast he lights the brand Of flaming war;
with conquering hand Drives many a Scottish warrior tall
To the bright seats in Odin's hall. The fire-spark, by the fiend of war
Fanned to a flame, soon spreads afar. Crowds trembling fly,
the southern foes Fall thick beneath the hero's blows:
The hero's blade drips red with gore,
Staining the green sward on the shore."
as he opens his eyes, with his dream still fresh in his mind:
What dreams are these?
I thought I arose before daybreak to make Valhal ready for a host of slain.
I woke up the host of the chosen.
I bade them ride up to strew the benches, and to till up the beer-vats, and
I bade valkyries to bear the wine, as if a king were coming.
I look for the coming of some noble chiefs from the earth,
wherefore my heart is glad.'
"Scared by the sharp sword's singing sound,
Brandished in air, the foe gave ground.
The boldest warrior cannot stand
Before Macbeths conqueringhand;
His brother Thorovin stood by his brave side
And the king's banner ever dies
Where the spear-forests thickest rise.
And now begins the bloody fray!
Our noble king, whose name strikes fear Into each norse heart
He rushed into the thickest fray.
With golden helm, and naked breast,
Brave MacBeth played at slaughter's feast."
Altho' the king had gained of old Enough of tears of gold ,
He spared himself no more than tho'
He'd had no well-filled purse to show."
And conquered many peoples.
They overthrew monasteries,
Destroying their steeples.
They overcame France,
England and Spain.
They had no remorse,
Kept inflicting the pain.
The Vikings were smart,
Their plan was unfurled.
You can forget about Columbus,
They discovered the New World.
They traveled very far,
And visited from land to land.
The civilians were scared,
For the end was at hand.
