Viking Slayer

	作曲 : Fay
	I watch the sky turning black
	And know the time is fast approaching
	My clan they all look to me
	I turn away,
	I face the ocean
	In the dark
	I see a fleet of long-ships on the horizon
	Again the
	Vikings come, to this land they are a poison
	Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades
	Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids
	Their boats now pulled to shore
	Scrawny men pour forth from the hull
	Their faces look ailing and drawn
	But their minds are bent on the cull
	On they come, these viking raiders, pale and grey
	With withered bodies and swords to slay
	Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line
	But we are butchers and they are our swine
	By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here
	Stand firm at your line and show to fear
	From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands
	But instead tonight they will die by
	Gaelic hands
	I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the
	Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing
	I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder
	So many of my warriors die, as they stop viking plunder
	In the distance
	I see, their leader so wretched and vile
	Leading his men with pride,
	I see his weakness and
	I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed,
	I slice his head from his neck
	His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day

	zuò qǔ : Fay
	I watch the sky turning black
	And know the time is fast approaching
	My clan they all look to me
	I turn away,
	I face the ocean
	In the dark
	I see a fleet of longships on the horizon
	Again the
	Vikings come, to this land they are a poison
	Archers ready your bows, swordsmen ready your blades
	Gods be with us this night, as we stop this barbarian raids
	Their boats now pulled to shore
	Scrawny men pour forth from the hull
	Their faces look ailing and drawn
	But their minds are bent on the cull
	On they come, these viking raiders, pale and grey
	With withered bodies and swords to slay
	Charging forth, from filthy ships, towards our line
	But we are butchers and they are our swine
	By ready men, they fast approach, the time is here
	Stand firm at your line and show to fear
	From the north, this army comes, to raid our lands
	But instead tonight they will die by
	Gaelic hands
	I give the call to attack, and we charge towards the
	Vikings Arrows scream over head, and begin this night of killing
	I watch as the armies collide, flesh and bone gets torn asunder
	So many of my warriors die, as they stop viking plunder
	In the distance
	I see, their leader so wretched and vile
	Leading his men with pride,
	I see his weakness and
	I smile Caught up in his stupor of greed,
	I slice his head from his neck
	His cowardly men run away, victory is ours this day