The snow melted away into the midnight sun
And now the season of plunder has begun
There is no more room for us in our land
We must go where our place will come to hand
Like hungry wolves out from the woods
Out of fjord our ship sail to loot the goods
Sea wolves are we who spread the pangs
Sea wolves with the sharpen iron fangs
The longships row up the stream
In our hands naked swords agleam
What come in sight now is their bulwark
Run berserk!
You can curse our name at the top of your lung
Die by my hand as the heros unsung
We are VIKINGR, bows kept high-strung
You are doomed to die with our name on your tongue!
Voyage to the south leaving the shore of ice and snow
We are so sick of being in the shadow
None but the brave deserves the warfare
Under the one-eyed oldman's stare
Sitting on the crossroad of the world He acquaint
everything through His ravens eyes
His wolves eat the fallen warriors and
the einherjar be raised to the skies
Warriors put on the ber-serkr are biting the shield
in a frenzy with their swords to wield
Beyond death the einherjar march
across the fields way far over the rainbow's arch
Awaiting the Fimblewinter, doomsday foreworn
and the roaring Gjalarhorn
(BEHOLD!)
(VI-KIN-GR STORM!)
(STORM FROM THE NORTH!)
The cross made of ash
(VI-KIN-GR STORM!)
The ash-trees you hashed
(STORM FROM THE NORTH!)
The beak of the raven
(VI-KIN-GR STORM!)
Tear up your haeven
(STORM FROM THE NORTH!)
VI-KIN-GR STORM!
UVÆRET FRA NORD!
DIE! DIE!!
DIE BY MY HAND!!!
KILL! KILL!!
IN FOR THE KILL!!!
DIE! DIE!!
DIE WHERE YOU STAND!!!
KILL! KILL!!
LET YOUR BLOOD SPILL!!
Now where you stand is your tomb
Die by my hand is your doom
Ready to strike...GO!
The sea of blood is roiled
Seething swirl, billow
Nordlig blood is boiled, with rage!
O from a battle we the Vikingr've come
To another battle we sail
And every shore is destined to be our kingdom
Taking no prisoners when we assail
Riding the winds, breaking the waves
Thril of the battle enslaves
Send you to your graves!
Nordlig blood is boiling with rage
Nothing can make it assuage
Black fire is blazing in the murk
Go Berserk!
You can curse our name at the top of your lung
Die by my hand as the heros unsung
We are VIKINGR, bows kept high-strung
You are doomed to die with our name on your tongue!
Born to Vikingr, born of tempest
Sworn to live all our lives to its fullest
Fighting the whole world and taking all games
Until death in battle brings the eternal fames!