Peyton Parrish - A Vikings Tale

Prep the tables, bring the meat
Pour the ale, our bellies do feast
If one must fall from a drunken spell
It's a Viking's tale, don't ever doubt that

Boots be damp, our dirty feet
Man a worthy stench too deep
And the women shout, "Get a bath, you reek"
It's a Viking's tale, don't ever doubt that

We sail at speeds across the seas
Finding lands for us to siege
And the enemy runs from the beach to weep
It's a Viking's tale, don't ever doubt that

The war is near, it's time to breach
Gather your axes, follow me
Into the gates we charge and raid
It's a Viking's tale, don't ever doubt that

Find these lands our kingdom seats
All the nobles bow to me
But the fun, gay old ones, thy dare not speak
It's a Viking's tale, don't ever doubt that

It's a Viking's tale, don't ever doubt that
It's a Viking's tale, don't ever doubt that
It's a Viking's tale, don't ever doubt that
It's a Viking's tale, don't ever doubt that