Donald, the Viking

I grew up a Viking, a Norseman
We ploughed the fields until the battle came
Then we forged our swords and rode into the flames of war
Our days were long ago
Our victories now forgotten
But for you, they're yet in store

If mine is the past, yours is the future

We drank from skulls and were unusually cruel
We raided settlements and stole the peace
Your freedom was not safe with us
We left pools of blood wherever our swords were thrust

Our ghosts march with you
As you seek to raid the halls of freedom today
The halls of America
The halls of the United States
Join the forces of Donald Trump
And break down freedom's gates