Long have we sailed, to this far away land far have we come, to seek fame and as the days grow long and cold we yearn for home again
The cold winds blow, and the ice sets in where our animals roamed and grazed the Skraeling men, who killed our kin did not escape our hate
With timber, wheat, and vines so sweet filled our ships to sail away with last words said, we bury our dead set stones to mark our stay
Years may pass, men come and go this land, our children may tame for when the sun sets, and the last ship sails they will still remember our names
Let our trusty band haste to Fatherland let our vessel brave plough the angry wave while those few who love Vinland here may rove or with idle toil fetid whales may boil here on Furdustrand far from Fatherland - Thorhall the Hunter, Erik the Red's SagaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
