1. Most of the year we are but heathens Sailing, fighting, plundering and crushing skulls We confess to fight for Odin, we pretend to be his horde But when the year draws to an end things get kind of bizarre
Chorus: When it's Christmas, Viking Christmas, I have tears in my eyes When I remember my childhood days and all those Christmas Eves A sparkling tree, marveling eyes and all those presents, I can still smell the roast and gingerbread Nobody can escape the magic of Christmas
2. Raw meat and wild berries, goat milk and sticky mead Are the viking's culinary desires But when Christmas is drawing near We switch to a very different diet
Chorus: When it's Christmas, Viking Christmas, I have tears in my eyes When I remember my childhood days and all those Christmas Eves A sparkling tree, marveling eyes and all those presents, I can still smell the roast and gingerbread Nobody can escape the magic of Christmas
3. Officially we despise any of those Christian customs But in secrecy we can't flee the Christmas spell I bet you can't imagine how sentimental we can be: 5 bearded vikings reenact the nativity scene
Chrous: When it's Christmas, Viking Christmas, I have tears in my eyes When I remember my childhood days and all those Christmas Eves A sparkling tree, marveling eyes and all those presents, I can still smell the roast and gingerbread Nobody can escape the magic of ChristmasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
