Viking Tranmere

In a long boat down the Mersey with his
hand on his sword.
Ingimund saw crane birds on the sandbanks.
He's blessed by the Lord.

On this holy peninsula where faith breeds
light and strength,
We've a Viking spirit we keep the rest at
arms length.

With sword, axe, and spear Wirral Norsemen,
will assemble on Chester and pierce her walls
again.

Singing......

SWA  SWA  SWA  SWA .........

The Fire

I have a peace now in my mind, though
the fire still rages.

A fire that burns his residue still.

I'm commited to the aim, and the beast
that rampages within.

Life requires effort, let's strive.

I want what's best for us. I've tasted
the worst.

The fire is ablaze, leaving nothing to the
mercy of fate.