At last the time [bad word] For us to set sail with honour and pride
To conquer richness and land
May the gods bless us with glory

We set sail
Hoping to be victorious
Hoping [bad word] back safe and sound
And see that land of ours

We set sail
Carrying allfather's pride with us
Hoping [bad word] back safe and sound
And see that land of ours

Arriving the foreign shore
We hunt for villagers and take their town
Letting their leader acknowledge our arrival
Taking away their lives and lore

Spilling blood throughout their land
We conquer and spread out our glory
Making women and priests our slaves
We ravish everything in sight

We set sail
Hoping to be victorious
Hoping [bad word] back safe and sound
And see that land of ours

We set sail
Carrying allfather's pride with us
Hoping [bad word] back safe and sound
And see that land of ours

As the bloodshed stops we load our ships
And ready ourselves before the journey we face
But little we know that this journey of ours
Will not be as easy as the Gods promised us

With fury and might the waves torment us
Keeping the path away from our sight
By the shore we arrive surviving the menace
Only to notice we wander away

Long ago we took the path
To return to our land
Through the cold snow we all march
Hoping to reach home someday

We wander away through the frozen woods
The lone mountains and icebound rivers
We pray to the gods for their merciful help
So that we see again that land of ours

Long ago we took the path
To return to our land
Through the cold snow we all march
Hoping to reach home someday

Long ago we took the path
To return to our land
Through the cold snow we all march
Hoping to reach home someday

At last, the trail to get home alive
Is getting brighter at each step we make
We only have the gods to thank for this ending
And make sure the deed is redeemed

Meat and Mead to [bad word] us all
And reward us from this frightening quest
That journey across the sea that we endured
Just to see that land of ours