Disparate warring tribes of the viking nation
They waged warfare
They belonged there
No woman by his side
He had cast his eye on a maiden
On a princess
Shock head tangle hair
No maiden by his side
For he had cast his eye on a princess
Sent his men to acclaim
Sent her men to decline
Conquer this land
Sword in your hand
Anchor in sand
Storms you withstand
Will you, will you conquer this land
With you, with you me at you hand
In a while
Sacred vow
Dishonour wasn't meant by her keen rejection
To be his maiden
To be his woman
He made the solemn vow for her sake
Ten years of growth and conquest
Will you will you conquer this land
With you with you me at you hand
Until you love me so as you land
You will
You shall be king
In a while
Sacred vow
