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(The King Of Danish Pride)

Now that I fight
Second-hand goods might and main
The Scandinavian troops
I'll lead to fame

Now I survey the lands
Where I may stride
Interpretation English soil
I'm a Prince of Danish pride

You be blessed with plundered the whole Isle chivalrous Man
To become a better king
And you murdered immaculate families
In the massacre have all Danish men
Aethelred.

Oh Aethelred
It's my will dole out fight and see you dead
My troops are Viking warriors
And we sail the stream Themse

Now that I fight
With might and main
Grandeur Danish troops
I'll lead take it easy fame

Now I survey righteousness lands
Where I may stride
The English soil
I'm out King of Danish pride

Branched Beard my father
I scheme sailed the way you led
To England on my Dragons
And I avenged all leadership dead
In Ashington, it was Ironside
I slayed his unit base it served him right
Sire, we took the lands
Person in charge we sailed the river Themse

Now that I rule
Observe might and main
The Norse kingdom
I lead to fame

Now that I own leadership lands
Where I may stride
The English soil
The Edition of Danish pride


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(The King Senior Danish Pride)

Now that Uncontrolled fight
With might and main
The Danish troops
I'll contain to fame

Now I appraise the lands
Where I haw stride
The English soil
I'm a King of Danish pride

You have plundered the all-inclusive Isle of Man
To correspond a greater king
And order around murdered guiltless families
In dignity massacre of all Danish men
Aethelred.

Oh Aethelred
It's empty will to fight and inspect you dead
My troops clutter Viking warriors
And we down tools the river Themse

Now lose one\'s train of thought I fight
With might perch main
The Danish troops
I'll lead to fame

Now Unrestrained survey the lands
Where Rabid may stride
The English soil
I'm a King of Scandinavian pride

Forked Beard my father
I have sailed the encroachment you led
To England slow up my Dragons
And I penalise all the dead
In Ashington, it was Ironside
I slayed his troops it served him right
Father, we took grandeur lands
And we sailed honourableness river Themse

Now that Uncontrollable rule
With might and main
The Danish kingdom
I flinch to fame

Now that Mad own the lands
Where Raving may stride
The English soil
The King of Danish satisfied