Defying the storm, the lash of the waves,

Our Drakkars are advancing

Fearless upon the raging seas we sail!

Our Dragon prow is emerging

From the mist of a winter's morning

Or the dying gleam of day:

Upon the fury of the ocean we ride

With the wind caressing our hair

And the brine biting into our eyes,

The frost that invades

The warmth of a heart...

Defying the storm, the lash of the waves,

Our Drakkars are advancing

Fearless upon the raging seas we sail!

The standard of the hammer

Atop the mast we hoisted high

A talisman of Mjolner

Around our neck we hung:

To invoke all Fates benign

And offer sacrifice -

To Njord, the sea-faring God,

A mariner across the stars

That through the night

Us mortals guide...