I am a Viking with a calm and steady hand I am a worker of fine art I am no smelter of crude and faulty weapons I am a potter at heart
Though I'm not failing My comrades' laughter's ailing They believe I'm a waste
My fellow Vikings have travelled far and wide death and destruction is their trade Our tools and culture will stand the test of time Their barbarism will surely fade.
I cannot stand it I am not a bandit Still I have fear
Oh tragedy no spoils for me, My sacrifice of blood, will not reach the Gods Oh Destiny how cruel you chose to be Despite what they preach. Valhalla's beyond my reach
I'm still a viking, whose fellows all went fighting I'll tell their sagas on my craft And if they tell me to change it to their liking I'll tell them all to work my shaft
No blood expend Sif let me ascend to feast among the GodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
