I'm beaten, I’m bruised, I’m battered sore
Beneath the blows of a raging Thor
Who raises hands with iron knuckles
And brings them down with brazen chuckles.
"I’m from the mighty Norse God of war,
I lust for battle, I lust for gore.
Bring me some heads to crush and trample.
Bring me some ale, I'll take a sample.
Bring me a fine horse to mount and whip
Bring me a longboat Viking ship.
I'll knock your heads about with thunder
Burn your village, rape and plunder.
Your life I'll take as a lowly slave
And you'll get blows if you don't behave.
And when I die, why you’ll come too--
To serve your Master is your due--
Aboard my ship--my funeral pyre
Made for sailing, made for fire."
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Eric Lynch likes this.
I'm pretty sure Led Zeppelin has written at least one song about this. :)
Cool. Got the LZ lyrics?
Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song:
Ah, ah!
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah!
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.
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