Salt water licks my face 
And wind fills the sail 
We head for wars on distant shores 

My friends are all with me 
And so they'll always be 
We'll never bend until the end 

We cross the open waves 
On course to far off lands 
Thor guides our ships 
With hi strong hands 

Across the waves our seasnakes fly 
Carried like ravens in the sky 
By heavens breath on wings of death 

Blood [bad word] red 
As we sever bodies from their heads 
We maim and kill by pure will 

We hail our Gods 
Sacrifice in blood 
Our altar is the battlefields 

Death is something we don't fear 
Though it's always near 
Ygg brings us home when time [bad word] 

We are five of us 
Friends of the suncross 
Strong and brave to the grave!