Vassus - The Death of Hardrada

A strike from the north, the invaders land,
300 ships from across the north sea.

Raping and looting, they take all they can
Honour-less heathens, come to make their demands

Norse men!

Well strike them all down,

Invaders!

Willl not take the crown.

Traitor! Tostig! brother of the king,
Who brings the norse men to this land,
To burn it to the ground,
The armies of the sovereign,
Marching north with great speed,
To meet them and purge them from the lands.
An Army of 10,000, Marches north in 4 Days.
King Godwin Approaches York.
The Norse men, unprepared and outnumbered
Sees the Flash of English blades in the sunlight

A strike from the north, the invaders land,
300 ships from across the north sea.

Raping and looting, they take all they can
Honour-less heathens, come to make their demands

Norse men!

Well strike them all down,

Invaders! Willl not take the crown.

At Stamford, the armies form, ready to stand and fight,
King against King, Hardrada rallies his men.
Amidst the cries of war, the battle does begin
The clash with axe and shield, Many men on both sides fall,
Hardrada amidst his lines, is slain in battle.
And the norse lines begin to crumble,
The King of the norse lies dead,
And those two are left flee for their lives