The old gods forsaken, the old ways abandoned, the new world shines bright on the waves the fading sun sets on the cruel seas that ward our homes, kin's blood spilled wide on the shore
Where are my sons that carry the flame? Where are my sons that carry my name?
Vinland your time has come heathen child under the sun spread your wings and fly ancient blood cast far and wide
Vinland the Good they say northern home long gone astray the crosses' shadow on the waves your old god's memory fades away
One-Eye guides the cold north winds to our long ship'S sails, the old cross is left far behind to forge a new way, with our god's blood within our hearts, this new world will give all we need
Great are the songs that carry our names far we sail to eternal fame
Vinland your time has come heathen child under the sun spread your wings and fly ancient blood cast far and wide
Vinland the Good they say northern home long gone astray the crosses' shadow on the waves your old god's memory fades away
People told me when I came hither all would be so fine the good Vinland known to fame rich in fruits and choicest wine now the water pail they send to the fountain I must bend nor from out this land divine have I quaffed one drop of wine - Thorhall the Hunter, Erik the Red's SagaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
