Literally

Was the summer of 793
\r\nWhen we sailed across the great North Sea.
\r\nComets crossed the skies that night;
\r\nMust've known something wasn't right.
\r\nWe arrived upon the English shore
\r\nAnd offered friendship,
\r\nBut we wanted more.
\r\nYes! So much more.
\r\n
\r\nWe're tearing up the place tonight. Literally.
\r\nWe're going to set this sleepy town alight. Literally.
\r\nWe'll kill and steal and burn and drink,
\r\n'Cuz us Vikings don't care what you think! Woe, woe, woe.
\r\n
\r\nLet me in now, won't you please?
\r\nWe're here to raid your monastery.
\r\nWe're primed and ready to attack
\r\nAnd we love how monks just don't fight back!
\r\nYou'll die or become a slave to me
\r\n(Though our slaves often get chucked in the sea
\r\nIf the boat's heavy! ) Yeah, yeah, yeah.
\r\n
\r\nYou're gonna lose your head, my friend. Literally.
\r\nWe're gonna getcha in the end. Literally.
\r\nAnd I'll drink a toast from your skull
\r\n\"Cuz we're Vikings and that's how we roll! Woe, woe, woe.
\r\n
\r\nWe're gonna paint the whole town red (Literally)
\r\nWith the blood of the dead! Literally.
\r\nWe'll take everything that you own
\r\nAnd get back on our ship and go back home. Woe, woe, woe
\r\n
\r\nWe're going home.