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"Those Warriors; those Ravishers of Women; those Lovers; those Plunderers"
"The hammer of the gods will
drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and
crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
\Led Zeppelin: "Immigrant Song"/
Part 1
Prologue:
Alone, He stood Thus; Isolated in His Time
"Vikingus bellator, vos autem potentes;
estis impenetrabilem penetrant fortis
sicut voluntas munitissimi
Spiritum tuum in aeternum tuam duriorem
frontibus eorum; et vultis ire ad litora
beatitudinis Valhalla pes tuus erit domus
superbia ambulaverunt
"Viking warrior, you are strong; your will is
impenetrable as the most fortified strong-hold;
Your spirit unyielding for eternity will be; and
when you decide to go to your shores of bliss,
Valhalla will be the home whereon your feet
walk with pride"
Scoping-out what would be his, he stood with fervent
aggression glowing from his eyes; unrefined and
barbaric by conventional standards, this stoic
warrior Viking, Son of Valhalla
Through his veins the blood like ice flowed, as cold
as the rivers of waters that with force of will untamed,
cut through the impenetrable granite that mere men
couldn't, from the peaks of the glacial-caps of his...
Nordic home
This Force of Nature crafted by the God's, to go forth
and wage war and to ravish and pillage and plunder and
confiscate, all that he desired and to leave nothing but
the carnage of desperate brave warriors in his wake
drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and
crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
\Led Zeppelin: "Immigrant Song"/
Part 1
Prologue:
Alone, He stood Thus; Isolated in His Time
"Vikingus bellator, vos autem potentes;
estis impenetrabilem penetrant fortis
sicut voluntas munitissimi
Spiritum tuum in aeternum tuam duriorem
frontibus eorum; et vultis ire ad litora
beatitudinis Valhalla pes tuus erit domus
superbia ambulaverunt
"Viking warrior, you are strong; your will is
impenetrable as the most fortified strong-hold;
Your spirit unyielding for eternity will be; and
when you decide to go to your shores of bliss,
Valhalla will be the home whereon your feet
walk with pride"
Scoping-out what would be his, he stood with fervent
aggression glowing from his eyes; unrefined and
barbaric by conventional standards, this stoic
warrior Viking, Son of Valhalla
Through his veins the blood like ice flowed, as cold
as the rivers of waters that with force of will untamed,
cut through the impenetrable granite that mere men
couldn't, from the peaks of the glacial-caps of his...
Nordic home
This Force of Nature crafted by the God's, to go forth
and wage war and to ravish and pillage and plunder and
confiscate, all that he desired and to leave nothing but
the carnage of desperate brave warriors in his wake
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