Fara I Viking

Snow has covered Nordic lands
 Frozen is the earth beneath
 How can we endure this winter
 Without food and empty hands?
 The elders are dying younger
 The lads don't get that old
 Rather than eat rotten fish
 ...Keep surstromming at bay!
 Shall the wood beneath imposing longships
 Kiss the waves of seas and rivers course
 Sage the raiders strike for main
 A centre of trade gives the most gain
 Coins below our decks
 These goals we'll seal ourselves at dawn...
 Moon mantle's bright
 The coast's within our reach
 Bye weakling ones
 Sooner is your final doom
 Bird's muse goes asunder
 As a bad dreaming though
 Sun's born shining black
 It's time to go out raiding
 Fara I Viking!
 As white sheep among the wolves
 The raided will flee or fall
 The elders are dying younger
 Those lads don't get that old
 Rather than eat rotten fish
 ...Keep surstromming at bay!
 Towards the final hour
 We feast upon our gain
 In exchange a disembowel
 Or mean godspeed