Skoal!

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