Men of iron, forged in struggle Wrought from time, hardships and battles Driven by hunger and the will within And the love for their race and kin
Adventure calls, its almost time Spirits kept, with dance and wine But for now, raise your chalice For its time to feast
Thou art kings by your own will Enthroned by your own hands Not by right but birth by might To rule these norsescaped lands
Sails high, to catch wind Onward now, these mighty men Beyond horizons, in search of glory This is their destiny
The sky is black, the sea is cold Far from home but their still bold From distant lands, to lands of love They’re sailing off to war
Thou art kings by your own will Enthroned by your own hands Not by right but birth by might To rule these norescaped lands
Through night and day, cross oceans vast Through icy waters, they carve their path Glorious battles, but lie ahead Be victor or join the dead
By Odin’s will and with sword in hand They have the strength to purge this land Banners high at the gates of war Hammer of the north
Lightning strike, the sound of war Bodies fall in killing score Blood is spilled, steel reigns Ancestor strength courses through your veins
Sons of Odin, sons of the north They fear the fury that you’ve brought forth They are weak, with dying breath Your enemies shall meet their deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.