From fjords so deep, where mountains stand,
Came Vikings bold, across the land.
With longships fast, and sails so white,
They sought new shores, with all their might.
The World Cup dreams, a distant shore,
A roaring crowd, they ask for more.
With spirits high, and hearts ablaze,
They play their game in sunlit haze.
Like ancient ships, that cut the foam,
Our players surge, and make their home.
On fields of green, a mighty fray,
They ro ro ro, and lead the way!
From ancient tales, to modern strife,
The Viking spirit, full of life.
For glory sought, and victory won,
Beneath the North Star, and the rising sun.
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