Ships are prepared
Weapons and shields 
Sails were raised 
We're heading out to sea! 

Norway disappeared in the east 
Our journey had begun 
Helpful winds gave us our speed 
Under a warming sun 

Heading to the emerald land 
fleet of 50 ships 
army of 2000 man, led by the sea

On the horizon dark clouds arose
Thor rode across the black clouds
As the night rolled in over us
We felt the wrath of the storm

That night I was haunted by dreams 
An omen, of what was [bad word] 
The serpent arose from the sea 

Ready to strike 
With hammer in hand 
The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage! 
Fought for its live 
The serpent escaped 
Thor was in rage 
My dreams began to fade 

Woke from my dreams 
Sword in my hand 
The break of dawn 
Closing in on Irish land 
Time to attack 
Ragnar shields 
We came ashore 
And saw the waiting horde 

The fight was short and deadly intense 
The Irish fought us well 
But as we gained the upperhand 
Their fighting spirit grew 

Ready to strike 
With swords in our hands 
They [bad word] with heart 
The Irish fell to our wrath 
Fought for his live 
The king escaped 
With fury divine 
King Olaf threw his sword