

(hummmmm) Cold winds guide the oaken bow
Under stars of iron and bone
Rows of shields in frozen spray We carve our path through salted
stone
Row onward, brothers, to the unknown shore (ooh-ah-ooh) Where the currents call
and the ravens soar
Fjords fade into the gray
Mist clings to the warrior's face
Silent pact of iron and ash No turning back from this cold
embrace
Row onward, brothers, to the unknown shore
(ooh-ah-ooh) Where the currents call and the ravens soar (hummmmm)