Draugr Balled - VIKING VIBES (АТМОСФЕРА ВИКИНГОВ)

Lodge, lodge, no— The whistle cries across the field,
Eleven hearts refuse to yield.
England lines the free kick high,
But Northern shields will touch the sky.
Shoulder to shoulder, boots in the ground—hear the roar,
Feel the sound.
Shield call, hold the line—nodge, now we rise.