Ships were prepared Weapons and shields Sails were raised We headed out to sea!
Norway disappeared in the east Our journey had begun Helpful winds gave us our speed Under a warming sun
Heading to the emerald land A fleet of 50 ships An army of two thousand men lead by the king
On the horizon dark clouds arose Thor rode across the black clouds As the night rolled in over us We felt the wrath of the storm
That night I was haunted by dreams An omen, of what was to come The serpent arose from the sea
Ready to strike With hammer in hand The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage! Fought for its life The serpent escaped Thor was in rage My dreams began to fade
Woke from dreams Sword in my hand The break of dawn We were closing in on Irish land Time to attack Grabbed our shields We came ashore And saw the waiting horde
The fight was short and deadly intense The Irish fought us well But as we gained the upperhand Their fighting spirit quelled
Ready to strike With swords in our hands They struggle with heart The Irish fell to our wrath Fought for his life Their king escaped With fury divine King Olaf threw his swordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
