the northmen decide, that now is the time
the time to avenge all wrong done.
they know it is time, it's time for a
war
they make the plans for the attack.
they look to the sky, so clear and so free
the sun sinks down into the ground.
a sign
of the time, when the night will arrive
to send these cross-men to their burning "hell".
the night's dark has come, only lit by
their flames
they say their last words to their loved.
they sing songs of war, and they gather their arms,
now they head down for
the dark shores.
down on the shores, they hail these ships
these dragons so swift and so grim.
armed is them all, for battles
beyond
these ships now set sail for glorious war.
"O wind, give us strength from up high
O wind, give us strength from the
sky"
now the ships leave the bay, dragons on bow
the winds of glory fill their sails
the thousands of stars, up in the
sky
fuel these pagan's pride
a man stands on deck, gazing at the sea
wondering "will I give up it all?"
he smiles grimly and
raises his sword
towards Odin's mighty hall.