The aurora borealis lights up the night
owl roar...carries somewhere far away,
dark trees, living witnesses,
humming, telling stories...

From mansions and settlements they set out to sea,
to sail out into the sea,
The warriors of the North raise their hands in glory
that the great Odin would give the wind.

flotillas glide into the vastness,
dreamily, slowly, the landscape of cold rocks disappears.
Immersed in the depths of human thoughts,
it seemed warmer, maybe for the last time,
fjords see and aurora.

The Vikings - Odin's hand guides them
through storms and storms,
slender longships rushing foaming sea waves,
heading to unknown lands.

Many days sailing, singing songs,
in the night, with the bright starlight,
flotillas reach the shores.

The warriors of the north will go for the loot,
with singing and courage, steel in hand.
But not everyone will come back
some will be swallowed by the cruel sea,
other unknown land.
But about them for many years,
the sea wind will roar sad songs,
and people will sing sagas of their bravery.

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