Dust clouds arise from the english groundnThe smell of blood pierces the brainnRunning in charge towards the castle wallsnI hear my heart beat down in my throatnI know the Battle joy!nnAs my sweat drops into my eyesnA rain of arrows whistlles in the skynThis icy air freezes our bladesnAnd wet our beards with a morning rainnBlood, it's on my face!nnOdin guide my sword!nnAs some vikings bolts pierce the wallsnWe bring the ram towards the gatenWarriors proudly die under english firenTha ram claims for its path of deathnThunderous is the crack!nnI awaited for this glorious momentnI can now enter the fortress crying the chargenMy axe cuts some english headsnWhile the city of Jorvik cries its swansongnCaptured is the king!nnOdin guide my sword!