Prediction Of Warfare

Ships of the dead
Weapons and shields
Sails were raised
We're heading out to sea!

.. this man in the east
Our journey had begun
Helpfull winds gave us our speed
Under a warming sun

Heading to the .. land
A fleet of 50 ships
A army of .., led by the king

.. arising, dark and ferous
.. across ..
..

That night I was haunted by dreams
An omen, of what was to come
The serpent arose from the sea

Ready to strike
With hammer in hand
The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage!
Fought for its live
The serpent escaped
Thor was in rage
..My dreams began to fade..

.. of my dreams
Sword in my hand
The break of dawn
Closing in on Irish land
Time to attack
.. our shields
We came ashore
And saw the waiting horde

The fight was short and deadly intense
The Irish fought us well
But as we gained the upperhand
Their fighting spirit dwelled

Ready to strike
With swords in our hands
The .. with heart
The Irish fell to our ..
Fought for his live
The king escaped
With fury divine
.. his sword