Barbarian

One by one the kingdoms fall. They looked upon this isle and took it all. Harbingers of pain. Edmund the Martyr cut down by a Dane on The orders of Ivar the Boneless. Barbarian. Remorseless Norsemen seem ashore. The east, a coast belongs to us no more. Shirtless in the rain. A heathen army's upon us once again. Led by the sons of Ragnar. Barbarian. Whoa. Barbarian. Whoa. One by one the kingdoms fall. They looked upon this isle and took it all. Harbingers of pain. Edmund the Martyr cut down by a Dane On the orders of Ivar the Boneless. Barbarian. Whoa. We are the sons of Ragnar. Barbarian. Whoa. We are the sons of Ragnar. Reducing feeble citadels to ashes and Bloodstain. Enslaving the sweet womenfolk Whilst every man is slain. We'll spare perhaps a child or two that our Legend may grow. And take your precious horses, leave your corpses in The snow. We'll march on unto Mercier and carve The land scar. In case you all were wondering, We are the sons of Ragnar! Whoa. We are The sons Of Ragnar. Whoa. We are the sons Of