In Eight hundred Sixty-Five

The year of our Lord

They have arrived to take our livesThese 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 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 traveled far to claim our right

With 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! The Great Heathen Army

Hail! Hail! The Great Heathen Army