They came in ships in search of gold,
They were bred for war and frigid cold,
Steeped in steel, with weapons ready,
As they sailed with zeal through Ireland’s Levees

Longships sang, of song and story.
Of battles won and thirst for glory.
Of raven gods and mighty Thor,
And a tree of life that’s streaked in lore.

The arms of brothers, clad in mail,
Sat beneath a windswept sail,
Up through Shannon’s silky trail,
Lit up by moonlight, milky pale

And sleepy monks, they never knew,
As they knelt and prayed in chapel pews.
They would die this day, cut down and slewed
Their relics melted down...