Heathens from the North

Dress in armour Bring your sword and shield And your lucky charm In dragonships We'll sail the seven seas Under guiding stars. Into battle, we will ride Gods will follow by our side. Heathens from the north... The air is still the Bodies cold and pale They'll never live to tell About the slaughter When battleground ran red We gave them hell. Into battle sense of pride We're forever shining bright. Heathens from the north... We are immortal Ever shining bright Heathens from the north, yeah.