Ravenage - 300 Ships, 10,000 Men | Текст песни

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• Ravenage
• 300 Ships, 10,000 Men

Three hundred ships, ten tousand men
To English shores we sail again

The North Sea mists a Dragon's breath
Our Dragon Ships bring fire and death

Pillaging townships down the coast
A gift of fear for our Saxon hosts

The mouth of the Humber
The road to our Plunder
But we want more
The Crown of it all

Let The Conquest Begin...

From Ravenser westward bound

Our campaign will begin at York
First we'll take the North
Northumbria & Mercia
We'll claim by blood and force

Pacing the trail to the glory

And the battle began gate Fulford Gate
A test of strength, Shield to Shield
The Earls Edwin and Morcar resisted well
Crimson red the battlefield

These days
These fields
Together - Viking Victory

May
These deeds
Forever - Echo in Eternity

Three Hundred Ships, ten thousand men
Claiming England Dane again

Three Hundred Ships, ten thousand men
Claiming England Dane again

Sitting on the ground in the hot September sun
Singing victory songs about the war we'd just won
So confident and arrogant, our armour packed away
A mistake that came to haunt us as we found to our dismay

Looking to the south a watchmen gave a cry
He hurried to Hardrada who said 'What do you spy'
A Saxon army marches north at least eight thousand men
Our Warriors reached for their swords and prepared to fight again

And Tostig rode ahead to meet our enemy
The exchanges seemed so cordial
our fate lay in his hands
One thing for certain in the calm before the storm
Goodwinson had not come North
To give away his lands

Hardrada: 'What does he offer thee'

Tostig: 'My Lord I will rule Northumbria'

Hardrada: 'Me, what does he off me'

Tostig 'Six feet of English soil, but you are taller than
most men so he offers six feet of the earth'

Shieldwall was was formed t'other side of the river
If we could hold them for a while perhaps we'd still deliver
A lone warrior stepped to forth to hold the bridge alone
He roared and challenged Goodwinson to 'Fight for his throne'

The Saxons heeded his call his defiance to quell
One by one in single combat, and one by one they fell
Our warrior held the bridge as we formed our file and ranks
Til he himself was felled by a thrust from beneath the planks

In the baking heat we faced our enemy
Outnumbered and unready, exhausted from Fulford foray
One thing for certain as the storm broke upon us
Our fates would be decided by the end of this day

Without our full armour we were exposed to Saxon steel
And though our strength was unsurpassed we made an easy meal
Our fearless King Hardrada, the greatest man alive
He plunged into the Saxon line but he did not survive

An arrow from a Saxon bow, sent high into the air
It hit its mark in our Warlord, and our they did despair
Our broken lines the crumbled, our warriors they fled
The Vikings at Stamford Bridge, Bled the Derwent Red