Prediction Of Warfare

Ships were prepared
 Weapons and shields
 Sails were raised
 We headed out to sea
 Norway disappeared in the East
 Our journey had begun
 Helpful winds gave us our speed
 Under a warming sun
 Heading to the emerald land
 A fleet of 50 ships
 An army of 2000 men
 Led by the king
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 On the horizon dark clouds arose
 Thor rode across the black clouds
 As the night rolled in over us
 We felt the wrath of the storm
 That night I was haunted by dreams
 An omen of what was to come
 The serpent arose from the sea
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 Ready to strike
 With hammer in hand
 The serpent in pain
 Twisting in furious rage
 Fought for its life
 The serpent escaped
 Thor was enraged
 My dreams began to fade
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 Woke from my dreams
 Sword in my hand
 The break of dawn
 Closing in on Irish land
 Time to attack
 Grabbed our shields
 We came ashore
 And saw the waiting horde
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 The fight was short and deadly intense
 The Irish fought us well
 But as we gained the upper hand
 Their fighting spirit quelled
 Ready to strike
 With swords in our hands
 They struggled with heart
 The Irish fell to our wrath
 Fought for his life
 Their king escaped
 With fury divine
 King Olav threw his sword