Where cold winds blow strong At the heart of winter I belong (yeah!) Where the oceans rise There can be no compromise In this majestic Pagan land We are fit to withstand All religious fools Who try to bend a free man
From my hall I can see all four corners on a bright day White north, grim east and the western world at my feet And the horizon to the south where the beast bites its own tail When I am tired of days, that is where I will set sail
Rise your horn, let's drink drink to health In our domain where will is wealth
