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Lost far away in the sea of worms
Lies the place of which Gardar spoke
Naddodd called it the land of snow
And now it will become our home

Hjorleif first went to Vesternnlands
Seeking a raid to fund the trek
Ingolf chose to honour the gods
While we awaited to sail on

When Ingolf was in sight of shore
He threw the pillars of his throne
Wherever they wash ashore
We'll rise our turf

We sailed through the waves
To reach those distant shores
Maybe one day
Someone will sing what we've done

Through the ice and snow
And fire from below
We'll make our way
And Snæland'll be our home

They parted ways and the winter passed
Then came the spring with a smell of blood
Slaves were tired of wearing the yoke
And killed the ones who raided their homes

This I see befall everyman
Who won't sacrifice to the gods
Blood's the price
For the pride of a fool

Who knows if I shall even find
Wooden pillars on the shore
Of this land
That I now call my home

Three years have now flown away
As if taken by the wind
And the breaking waves on the bay

There where we see the smoke arise
From the fountains on the ground
Lies the proof we've long been waiting for

We sailed through the waves
To reach those distant shores
Maybe one day
Someone will sing what we've done

Through the ice and snow
And fire from below
We'll make our way
And Snæland'll be our home

We sailed through the waves
To reach those distant shores
Maybe one day
Someone will sing what we've done

Through the ice and snow
And fire from below
We'll make our way
And Snæland'll be our home

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