Over the fen
The Norsemen are coming
The fire-bringers torching
Mud hamlets scorching
The Norsemen are coming
Over the fen.
Under the moon
The silver meres shimmer
Feet crash like thunder
Clattering plunder.
Screaming, rampaging,
like death waves raging,
The silver meres shimmer
Under the moon.
Over the fen
The Norsemen are coming.
Masters of fright
Marauding at night.
The Norsemen are coming
Over the fen.
