

(hoooo-aaaaah) Behind the mist,
the shoreline fades Under the gaze of iron blades
We carve our path through freezing foam
Leaving behind the warmth of home
We sail where the wild winds blow
Over the black
deep below (haaaa-hooo-haaa)
Ride the swell, divide the sea
Bound to where the north winds lead
Odin, watch our sails unfold
As we march for lands untold!
The stars are cold,
the current strong
We sing our ancient travel song
No fear of depths,
no fear of graves We are the masters of the waves
Bound to where the winds lead... (hooo-aaaah)