Ode to the Viking Spirit

The salt of the north still burns within our hair. From fjord and

cliff, we look towards the snare. The dragonhead upon the bow knows

the way. We follow the iron that the harsh storms spray. Heave,

men! We left the cold of homeland far behind for fame and

gold in a harsh world we find. Now, the great wave

carries us across the sea. The ax is ready. Our fate is

wild and free. The sails are tight, the horizon is bright.

A distant foe pulls us into the fight. We swore to freedom,