In eight hundred sixty-five
The year of our Lord
They have arrived to take our lives
These vicious demons of the North
So kneel, repent your sins
You know there's nowhere you can run
But we all know it deep within
Salvation will never come
As they landed on our shores
Ten thousand (thousand, thousand) warriors from the North
They killed our king and marched on York
One by one our lands will fall
The Great Heathen Army
We all fear the battle call
Of the Great Heathen Army
God has forsaken us
Our faith and belief is crushed
The Great Heathen Army, charge
Two hundred ships set sail
A massive Viking fleet
This quest will never fail
Our army doesn't know defeat
So make your final stand
Father, brother, son
Your death is soon at hand
You will be overrun
We've travelled far to claim our right
With vengeance (vengeance) for our father's death we fight
We'll put your King's head on a spike
One by one your lands will fall
The Great Heathen Army
Hear our mighty battle call
The Great Heathen Army
Nothing now will hold us back
So be prepared come the attack
The Great Heathen Army
Hail to the Great Heathen Army
Bow to the Great Heathen Army
Hail to the Great Heathen Army
Bow to the Great Heathen Army
Hail, hail (hail, hail, hail), the Great Heathen Army
Hail, hail, the Great Heathen Army