Ragnar: The Crow Clan and The Roar Of Skäl
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Ragnar: The Crow Clan and The Roar Of Skäl lyrics

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Just a farmer of the soil, with a gaze upon the sea Dreaming of the western lands, where the rich kings used to be He defied the old Earl's laws, built a longship fast and light With Floki's wood and Odin's sign, they sailed into the night Lindisfarne began to burn, England learned to fear his name From a simple man of Kattegat to a crown of blood and fame With Lagertha's fierce shield, and the gods upon his side He became the rightful Jarl, leading nations on the tide Skál, to the King, to the Crow God's chosen son Skál, to the raids and the battles he has won Ragnar Lothbrok, the legend from the North With the fury of the storm, he brings his armies forth Skál Paris trembled at the gates, when the Northmen hit the shore The Seine was filled with burning ships, a massive crest of war Astuto, bold, and dangerous, he played the Christian game Faking death inside a box to put the Franks to shame He held the golden bracelets high, a king of silver and gold The greatest saga of the age, the fiercest ever told But the crown is heavy, and the mind begins to break Too many betrayals, too many lives to take Skál, to the King, to the Crow God's chosen son Skál, to the raids and the battles he has won Ragnar Lothbrok, the legend from the North With the fury of the storm, he brings his armies forth Skál Old and weary, full of scars, Northumbria was the end Betrayed by King Aella, with no army to defend Cast into the pit of snakes, no weapon in his hand But a smile on his face, laughing at their holy land How the little pigs will grunt, when they hear the old boar died He didn't scream, he didn't cry, he met his fate with pride The poison burns his veins, but his spirit flies away The sons of Ragnar will return, to make the Saxons pay The Great Heathen Army wakes, the raven spreads its wings Vengeance for the champion, the greatest of the kings The Valkyries are descending, to take him from the clay To the golden halls of Odin, where the brave will forever stay Skál, in the halls of the brave Skál, no longer a slave SKÁL

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