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  the summer of 793
 When we sailed across the great North 
 Comets  the skies that night;
 Must've  something wasn't right.
 We arrived  the English shore
 And offered friendship,
 But  wanted more.
  So much more.
 
 We're tearing up the place tonight. 
 We're going to set this sleepy town  Literally.
 We'll kill and steal and burn and 
 'Cuz us Vikings don't care what you think! Woe, woe, 
 
 Let me  now, won't you please?
 We're here  raid your monastery.
 We're primed and ready  attack
 And we love how monks  don't fight back!
 You'll die or become a slave to 
 (Though our slaves often  chucked in the sea
 If the boat's heavy! ) Yeah, yeah, 
 
 You're gonna lose  head, my friend. Literally.
 We're  getcha in the end. Literally.
 And  drink a toast from your skull
 "Cuz we're Vikings and that's  we roll! Woe, woe, woe.
 
 We're gonna paint the whole town  (Literally)
 With the  of the dead! Literally.
 We'll take everything that you 
 And get back on  ship and go back home. Woe, woe, woe
 
 We're going home.