Vikinger

We are Vikings, in the north we sail from
Coast to foreign land, we all fight

Give us courage, Æsir, to Valhalla after death
In the dark soil, we toast joyfully

Old Norse (Sigurbodi)
That said my mother
That I should buy
A ship and beautiful oars
Go away with Vikings

Stand up in the prow
Steer the precious ship
Sail to the harbor
Strike one man and another
Strike one man and another

Thél strikes hard with steel
In the battle's path always
Out with the sharp blade
The fierce giant's breath

But the cool willow
Cuts the waves with ease
Gestil's ale with gusts
Magic over steel before fire