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"Pen"sive Purple Parables
The Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin is my favorite get-ready-for-the-game music. I used the lyrics to this song on my "Valhalla Viking Ship" desktop.
The Challenge of Thor is wonderful piece about our favorite mythical God and I used excerpts from it on my "Thor: Viking Guardian" desktop.
Skol Vikings is the rambunctious song played in the Dome after every Vikings score. (Download a Quicktime version.)
Immigrant Song
by Jimmy Page and Robert Plant
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with thrashing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with thrashing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
In spite of all your losing.
The Challenge of Thor
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I am the God Thor,
I am the War God, I am the Thunderer!
Here in my Northland, My fastness and fortress,
Reign I forever! Here amid icebergs rule I the nations;
This is my hammer, Miölner the mighty;
Giants and sorcerers Cannot withstand it!
These are the gauntlets Wherewith I wield it,
And hurl it afar off;
This is my girdle; Whenever I brace it,
Strength is redoubled! The light thou beholdest.
Stream through the heavens, in flashes of crimson,
Is but my red beard Blown by the night-wind,
Affrighting the nations!
Jove is my brother; Mine eyes are the lightning;
The wheels of my chariot Roll in the thunder,
The blows of my hammer Ring in the earthquake!
Force rules the world still, Has ruled it, shall rule it;
Meekness is weakness, Strength is triumphant,
Over the whole earth Still is it Thor's-Day!
Thou art a God too, O Galilean!
And thus singled-handed Unto the combat,
Gauntlet or Gospel, Here I defy thee!
Skol Vikings
Skol Vikings, let's win this game.
Skol Vikings, honor your name.
Go get that first down, then get a touchdown.
Rock 'em, sock 'em, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!
Go Vikings, run out the score, you'll hear us yell for more!
V I K I N G S, Skol Vikings, let's go!
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Something unique...
The following is my version of The Night Before Christmas, written in honor of little green "bay" elves. The original rendition - Five Nights Before Christmas - appeared in the "Viking Update" magazine the week before our 1999 December game against Green Bay. The following is my 2004 version, which is also available as a holiday desktop.
The Night Before Christmas
Adapted by PurpleCindy from a poem by Clement C. Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Dome,
Purple Faithful were waiting for the Vikes to come home.
Their braids were all hung from their helmets with care,
In hopes that a victory soon would be theirs.
These vicious Vike fans felt a bit underfed,
And visions of cheeseballs danced in their heads.
They stared at the field, eyes steely and flat,
Hoping this Christmas to kick Green Bay's ass.
Then out in the Dome there arose a great cheer,
And fans sprang to their feet to see who was here.
Up from their seats they flew like a flash,
Raising their cups to welcome them back.
The lights of the Dome on the turf down below,
Gave a lustre of purple to the team we all know.
When what to their hungry eyes should appear,
But the Gods of the North - the men all others fear.
The team was led by a giant, primed and ready to fight,
They knew in a minute it must be Coach Tice.
More rapid than eagles, his players they came,
And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now, Daunte! Now, Moss! Now, Bennett and Mixon!
On, Hovan! On, Moore! On, Campbell and Dixon!
To the top of the game! To the top of the Pack!
We're taking it all and we aren't going back!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, they shove it on by.
So onto the field, his players they flew,
With determination and guts, they knew what to do.
And then, in an instant, fans heard in the Dome,
A Viking horn bellow as the Purple came home.
As the faithful did roar and cheer for their team,
Out came their opponents, all dressed in green.
These elves were shook up from their heads to their feet,
Their eyes were all fearful, their manner quite meek.
They knew they were in it way over the heads;
Even Favre wore a mask of doomsday and dread.
His eyes - they were downcast! His hands - they were sweating!
His shoulders were drooping and his mind was a-fretting!
And Sherman's droll little mouth was drawn into a frown,
While Green seemed sure he was "going down."
Across the field, the Norsemen bared their teeth,
And victory circled their heads as they prepared to feast;
Their lunch was all "packed" - they were ready to dine,
With Daunte in place behind an awesome O-line.
They were massive and meaty, ready for battle,
Making the Pack more than a little bit addled.
With a wink of his eye and a turn of his head,
Johnstone let Favre know he had much to dread.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
As he broke through the line and sacked Brett with a jerk.
Then the O took the field, and Moss flew in to score;
While Bennett and Moe added a couple of more.
The Vikings sprang into action, their goal clearly in view:
An NFC championship and the Super Bowl, too.
And we heard them exclaim as they triumphed that night:
"Merry Christmas, Norse fans, we're ready to fight!"
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