Viking Gods

Tell you— All the world is not in love with you.
You carry the strength of the Viking gods,
A storm from the north beating all of the odds.
Your footsteps hit heavy like hammers of stone,
And you stand in this room like you sit on a throne.
Yeah, yeah, you step from the ship, you bring the flame,
Cold axe in your hand, they fear your name.
From the sea to the shore, you are carved from stone,
No fear in the battle you claim that throne.
Yeah, they stare, let 'em stare, you don't bow, don't break,
When the thunder drops you bring that quake.
Man, you move like a wolf when the sun goes low,