Rhyme and Rune Clash

(ha!) (hey!) Your longship is basic,

your crew lacks the drip You took a heavy loan just to

build half a ship No hoard in your hall,

you are living on credit

I've seen your battle record,

buddy, I had to edit (skrrt)

Oh, the tongues are like swords in the hall of the brave!

One will walk free,

one will go to his grave (hey,

hey)

You claim to be fierce but you rent your chainmail You live

with your mother in a cold muddy vale Your broadsword is replica,

bought from a stall You've got no real clout in Valhalla's grand

hall (oof)

Oh, the tongues are like swords in the hall of the brave!

One will walk free,

one will go to his grave (hey,

hey)

Your beard is patchy,

you use lavender oil You never did battle on Northumbrian soil You

post on the runestone but nobody cares You fell off your horse

and you fell down the stairs

I traded with empires while you chased a goat

You bought all your followers,

I built a moat

Your saga is boring,

the audience slept

When you tried to raid,

even the children wept

(mic drop!)