Men of iron, forged in struggle
Wrought from time, hardships and battles
Driven by hunger and the will within
And the love for their creed and kin
Adventure calls, its almost time
Spirits kept, with dance and wine
But for now, raise your chalice
For its time to feast
Thou art kings by your own will
Enthroned by your own hands
Not by right but birth by might
To rule these norsescaped lands
Sails high, to catch wind
Onward now, these mighty men
Beyond horizons, in search of glory
This is their destiny
The sky is black, the sea is cold
Far from home but their still bold
From distant lands, to lands of love
They're sailing off to war
Thou art kings by your own will
Enthroned by your own hands
Not by right but birth by might
To rule these norescaped lands
Through night and day, cross oceans vast
Through icy waters, they carve their path
Glorious battles, but lie ahead
Be victor or join the dead
By Odin's will and with sword in hand
They have the strength to purge this land
Banners high at the gates of war
Hammer of the north
Lightning strike, the sound of war
Bodies fall in killing score
Blood is spilled, steel reigns
Ancestor strength courses through your veins
Sons of Odin, sons of the north
They fear the fury that you've brought forth
They are weak, with dying breath
Your enemies shall meet their death
