A wind arose one day from the North

And it did call to the sons Odin's host -

Ships they prepared and weapons of war,

Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!

Far, far away! And away further still!

Vikings are sailing headed for the East;

What pallid fear o'ertakes their enemies

When they spot afar Drakkars in the mist!

A wind arose one day from the North

Calling to the warriors of mighty Thor -

Ships they prepared and weapons of war,

Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!

They fight by day and feast by night,

They know no quarter, no defeat -

Grim were the lands that bore them,

Grimmer still they have become

A wind arose one day from the North

Blowing in the hearts of those loyal to Tyr;

Ships they prepared and weapons of war,

Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!