LYRICS
Storm the winter shores of England,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
Loot and pillage with your warband,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
Celebrate the glorious battle,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
La la la la la la,la la la la la li
La la la la la,la la la la la la li
La la la la la,la la la la la la li
La la la la la,la la la la la la li
In the blaze of London burning,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
Slay your foes and sing ‘til mornin,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
Follow me in this adventure,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
While I tell of gold and treasure,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
La la la la la la,la la la la la li
La la la la la,la la la la la la li
La la la la la,la la la la la la li
La la la la la,la la la la la la li
Far away on eastern beaches,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
We will find a home and riches,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
Off we norsemen sail together,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
Heedless of the wind and weather,Fa la la la la, la la la lan
La la la la la la,la la la la la li
La la la la la la,la la la la la li
La la la la la la,la la la la la li
La la la la la la,la la la la la li
Conquer the World, and rule its lands!
Let earth receive her King
Let every soul, be guided by your hand
Grand strategy is your game,Grand strategy is your game
Grand strategy is your game
Conquer the World, your rightful realm!
Lead men to victory!
Through fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Let slip the dogs of war,Let slip the dogs of war
Let slip the dogs of war
You rule the world with might and grace
And make your nation grow
People and cultures, united by your hand
A historical paradox,a historical paradox
A historical, a historical paradox