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lyrics

Longships Land, a great army marches north.
Pillaging as they pass, desecration in their wake.
While North Kings bicker, York is taken with ease.
A great retreat.
Fate forces enemies to truce, no heathens can rule the north
They know their home, the weak points and passages.
Their defences are weak, they cannot hold our home.
They flee down streets. All is not as it seems
A great army routed. A heathens trap.
Great Numbers Of Northumbrians led like cattle to the slaughter.
No match for Invaders savagery.
York streets run red with the blood of holy men.
Death of a king, capture of another.
The blood eagle rite begins...

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from The Battle of J​Γ³​rv​Γ­​k, released April 2, 2021
Written & Recorded by Lungtoucher

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