The Heathen Tide
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- Опубликовано: 8 апр 2025
- [Verse]
Across the sea where the longships roar
The raven flies to the English shore
Steel and shadow
Under pale gray skies
The Great Heathen Army
A storm shall rise
[Chorus]
Axes gleam and war cries call
Echoes of conquest rising tall
From the Danelaw to Wessex' fight
The clash of swords in the cold moonlight
[Verse 2]
Fields of ash where the villages fell
Smoke from the pyres
The toll of a bell
Monks pray in the shadow of dread
But faith is brittle when the blood runs red
[Bridge]
They carved their paths with fire and blade
A legacy dark that time can't fade
Yet whispers linger in the stone
Of kings unseated
Thrones overthrown
[Chorus]
Axes gleam and war cries call
Echoes of conquest rising tall
From the Danelaw to Wessex' fight
The clash of swords in the cold moonlight
[Verse 3]
Seasons churned
And fields turned bare
But the Saxon heart found strength to dare
The tide would waver
But shadows remain
Of the Norsemen's wrath and the silent slain
