Marching south, we're Wessex bound
We shall take King Alfred's crown
It doesn't matter if he stands or flees
We will bring him to his knees

We've laid waste to Mercia
We have conquered York
We ravaged all these lands
Without an ounce of remorse

Another day, another fight
We are here to win it all
There is no truce in sight
'Tween Saxons and Vikings
We carry on, we will not cease
Relentless 'til your fall
And there is no hope for peace
'Tween Saxons and Vikings

We Saxons stand in Alfred's name
We'll make you bleed, our land regained
Our battle cry is England free and one
You have taken Saxon blood
You'll pay the price in pain
We raise our flags with pride and steel
This is the end of Danelaw

I'll send you back from whence you came
You'll never conquer Wessex land
Make your threats we're not afraid
You taste our English steel

Another day another fight
We're here to win it all
But there is no truce in sight
'Tween Saxons and Vikings
We carry on, we will not yield
God is on our side
There is no hope for peace
'Tween Saxons and Vikings

(We'll have your heads)
You pagan scum
(You'll soon be dead)
We'll smash thy sculls
(The wolves will tear your flesh)
Your skin will soon be threshed
(You sons of whores)
Satan's spawn
(Come get some more)
You spineless dogs
(The rooks will take your eyes)
We're all about to die

Miscreants
(Veslingur)
You Godless ones
(Nithingur)
We'll drench this field in blood
(We'll send you to your God)
Bitches' brood
(Arka)
We'll run you through
(Bakrauf)
We'll break your legs like twigs
And gut you all like pigs

We can't live side by side
There's no truce in sight
Bloodlust fills our savaged hearts
(Who will live or die)

Blood will soak this battlefield
Who will live and who will die
There is no hope

Another day, another fight
The battle rages on
There is no truce in sight
'Tween Saxons and Vikings
At Eddington the battle stands
That will determine all
Who will rule this English land
Saxons or Vikings
Saxons or Vikings

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