At last the time has come
for us to set sail
with honour and pride
to conquer richness and land
may the fods bless us with glory
We set sail
hoping to be victorious
hoping to come back safe and sound
and see that land of ours
We set sail
carrying all father'spride with us
hoping to come back safe and sound
And see that land of ours
arriving the foreign shore
We hunt for villagers
and tare their town
letting their leader
acknowledge our arrival
Taking away their lives
and lore spelling blood
through out 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 vctorious
hoping to come back safe and sound
and see that land of ours
We set sail
carrying all father's pride with us
hoping to come 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 far away from our sight
by the shore we arrive
Surviving the menace
only to notice we wander away
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 coid 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 the ending
and make sure the deed is redeemed
meat and mead to welcome us all
and reward us from the frightening quest
that journey across the sea that we endured
just to see that land of ours