From the Baltic Sea our galleys sweeo to South and West and East, We bring our bows from the Northern snows that the great grey wolves may feast.
To the outmost roads of the plunging sea Our dragon ships are hurled, We have broken the chain of the Southern Danes And now we break the world.
Out of the dark of misty north We come like shapes of gloam To harry again the Southland men And trample the arms of Rome.
Oh the mighty heroes The raven circle above our prows Draws pictures of the gods
And our chant is the song of the sea. They hear our oars by a thousand shores And they know that the North is free!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.