Through the mist
The prow does cut
Steel and timber
Carved in rut
The waves
They sing a northern hymn
Where sea meets sky
The light grows dim
Blood-red banners
They rise and fall
A storm ahead
We heed the call
Shields on arms
Hearts in sync
Edge of the world
The ice may sink
To the edge of the fjord
Where the cold winds roar!
Blades like thunder
Hearts like fire
To the edge of the fjord
We climb higher!
Frosted breath and steel in hand
We march upon this bitter land
The gods
They watch with silent eyes
As warriors chant beneath the skies
Ravens circle
A darkened crest
Each step forward
A final test
To the edge of the fjord
Where the cold winds roar!
Blades like thunder
Hearts like fire
To the edge of the fjord
We climb higher!
Drums resound like the hammer’s strike
Echoes dance in the endless night
With every chant
The spirits rise
The past and present
In our cries
