Clontarf de Cauldron Born

The norms weave grief and defeat
for odin's sons, invaders from the sea
the standards are flying of high king brian
none can stand before the hosts of the irish lion
years of torment the irish lament to hell the vikings must be
sent
The fury of a woman scorned
gormlaith hath stirred the chieftians to make war on the erin
kings
Sitric silkbeard hath gathered the viking chieftains anchored
off
the isle of man
The valkyries race the skies tonight
norsemen you will fall when you fight
drowning in wound dew
red thor walks the world of men
odin rides the wild hunt with his kin
dragon ships flee from dublin town
The din of the battle it rocks the sky
as the kelts smote and heap the carnage high
the vikings form their shirld wall
but the dalcasian axes see that they fall
berserkers die for father one eye
as crom laughs from his mountain high
Mail is torn and limbs are shorn as the verdant greens
are washed in blood
Helmets are shattered and limbs are scattered
as the red ruin washes the land clean
The valkyries race the skies tonight
norsemen you will fall when you fight
drowning in wound dew
red thor walks the world of men
odin rides the wild hunt with his kin
dragon ships flee
The valkyries race the skies tonight
norsemen you will fall when you fight
Drowning in wound dew
red thor walks the world of men
odin rides the wild hunt with his kin
dragon ships flee into the sea