In the fields, bequeath the beach
I hold my shield before me
May the Gods be with me

North man determined not to fail
leave your foray behind
Northern wind in our sails
The crossing [bad word] our life

We dive to sea beyond the mist
The sun turns red before us
May the Gods be with us

North man determined not to fail
leave your foray behind
Northern wind in our sails
The crossing [bad word] our life

Odin!