Ships are prepared Weapons and shields Sails were raised We're heading out to sea!
Norway disappeared in the east Our journey had begun Helpfull winds gave us our speed Under a warming sun
Heading to the emerald land A fleet of 50 ships A army of 2000 man, led by the king
On the horzion dark clouds arose ... We felt the wrath of the storm
That night I was haunted by dreams An omen, of what was to come The serpent arose from the sea
Ready to strike With hammer in hand The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage! Fought for its live The serpent escaped Thor was in rage My dreams began to fade
Woke from my dreams Sword in my hand The break of dawn Closing in on Irish land Time to attack Ragnar shields We came ashore And saw the waiting horde
The fight was short and deadly intense The Irish fought us well But as we gained the upperhand Their fighting spirit grew
Ready to strike With swords in our hands They stuggled with heart The Irish fell to our wrath Fought for his live The king escaped With fury divine King Olaf threw his sword |
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