WOM - A Viking Foray

Walking through night, among crimson storms
Being embraced by the wind blow cold
Waiting with patience, the horn songs
A meaning of war, a story to be told.

As they fight with ice in their eye's
Spitting death over enemies of the realm
Among corpses of loss, deserving their cry's
A new foray began, of the great Vikings.



They strike and strike
Enemies flesh
Oh mighty song
Of swords clash

They rise in honor
Valhalla sons
Run, coward soul
The Vikings comes

They never surrender
Never kneel
With honor they become
Ravens meal

Avenging the north
Of sky's grey
Preparing to go
For a new foray