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letra de the vikings' path to contrition - sequoia grove

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everyone is working at the pier, preparing the ship
for a fearless, glorious, adventurous trip

the mighty shields are done, the clads are sown
kiss your wife, pack your mead, your fate will be your own

shortly asunder
getting excited to set sails
we’re going for plunder

hey!
proud to be vikings!

set the sails, winds are savage
to go cause terror
destroy, raid and ravage
try to defend, brave endeavor!

forget your wife and the warmth of your bed, think of the glory
we’re men of quality, no room for sentiment

we will make our names known, across the sea
foreign men will fear us, faint impediment

hey!
proud to be vikings
hey!
don your armor, land ahead!
a golden temple, ripe for the taking
cloth clad defenders, fierce, not forsaking

sabers on shields, axes through bone
zealous defenders , not easily overthrown

we suffered losses, carnage abound, victory was assured
blinded by glory and bloodrush and the loot allured

the vikings homebound
eager to display their renown

oblivious to the sight at home that awaited them
the vikings rejoiced onboard, with gleaming gold and gem

in ruins lay his home, under skies so gray and cold
among the ashes, silent, where his heart’s deep sorrows mold

found his helga, still and cold, where once she danced and played
he kneels in silent grief, riches’ worth decayed

lalalala
now our home is destroyed!
the village is burnt to the ground!

what worth is gold, what worth is fame, when all you love is gone
their lineage ends, no heirs remain, their legacy undone
valhalla awaits!
weary with sorrow in our veins
it’s all that remains

what good are the riches we lost everything!

our greed, our l-st for war, sealed our creed

lay down your arms, let axes and swords find peace
no more roars of battle, the rage shall cease

my helga is dead!
a distant memory
yet in peace we tread

amidst calm seas and tranquil shores, their spirits yearned for more

as the last of his line the king built a tomb for his kin
a solemn tribute to ancestors, gone, but within

- sequoia grove

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