Thousand trails I have passed
In my endless trip
Thousand scars I have found
In the quest of me
Dreamed of capture the whole world!
Was I wrong or was I right?

But I took my sword
And began the fight
Thousand lifes I have lived
I was king, I was god
But time has come...
has come...
And from the scratch I start

Holding winter's breath
Deep inside myself
Cold mountains

I feel the wind
I hear it's call
Northern countess

It rises of new day
In the frost of my way
Vikings' prowess

Thousand swords
Of our prowess -
Viking's prowess
Legend's proud - is my way
My way

Thousand wars I have won
Loosing my dreams and friends
But I could not to stop
Thrist of conquering lands!
Thousand trails already passed
Now I am free. I am tired.

All in that I have trust,
I could leave behind
Wind of cold northern lands
Heal me from my dark past
I returned at home
At home..
And I'm here at last!

I alt jeg har tillit til
vil jeg kunne forlate
Vinder av kaldt nordlys
Det heler meg fra min mørke fortid
Jeg returnerer hjem
og her er jeg, endelig

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