THE PUSRUIT OF VIKINGS

The warming sun returns again,
And melts away the snow
The sea is freed from icy chains
Winter is letting go.

Standing on the ocean side
We can hear the waves,
Calling us out with tide
To sail into our fate.

Oden! Guide our ships,
Our axes, spears and swords,
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war.

Our ships await us by the shore
Time has come to leave
Our country, family and homes
For riches in the east.

Some of us won't return
But that won't bring us down,
Our fate is written in the web
Woven by the Norns.

A ram is sacrificed,
Across the longship's bow,
And as we set our sails
A strong breeze starts to blow.

It carries us out to sea
With hope of fame and pride,
And glorious all will be
That with sword in hand will die.

Oden! Guide our ships,
Our Axes, spears and swords,
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war.