Marching south, were Wessex bound
We shall take King Alfreds crown
It doesnt matter if he stands or flees
We will bring him to his knees
Weve laid waste to Mercia
We have conquered York
We ravaged all these lands
Without an ounce of remorse
Another day, another fight
We are here to win it all
There is no truce in sight
Tween Saxons and Vikings
We carry on, we will not cease
Relentless til your fall
And there is no hope for peace
Tween Saxons and Vikings
We Saxons stand in Alfreds name
Well make you bleed, our land regained
Our battle cry is England free and one
You have taken Saxon blood
Youll pay the price in pain
We raise our flags with pride and steel
This is the end of Danelaw
Send you back from whence you came
Youll never conquer Wessex land
Make your threats were not afraid
Youll taste our English steel
Another day another fight
Were here to win it all
But there is no truce in sight
Tween Saxons and Vikings
We carry on, we will not yield
God is on our side
There is no hope for peace
Tween Saxons and Vikings
Well have your heads
You pagan scum
Youll soon be dead
Well smash thy sculls
The wolves will tear your flesh
Your skin will soon be threshed
You sons of whores
Satans spawn
Come get some more
You spineless dogs
The rooks will take your eyes
Were all about to die
Miscreants
Veslingur
You Godless ones
Nithingur
Well drench this field in blood
Well send you to your God
Bitches brood
Arka
Well run you through
Bakrauf
Well break your legs like twigs
And gut you all like pigs
We cant live side by side
Theres no truce in sight
Bloodlust fills our savaged hearts
Who will live or die!
Blood will soak this battlefield
Who will live and who will die
There is no hope
Another day, another fight
The battle rages on
There is no truce in sight
Tween Saxons and Vikings
At Eddington the battle stands
That will determine all
Who will rule this English land
Saxons or Vikings
Saxons or Vikings