Land ho! Cast out the anchor and draw in the sails A new land is ripe for the sword
Powder the muskets and sharpen the blades Bring forth the cannons for war
Onward riches! Onward glory! Forward to the shore To the battle ye cullies, there's more to be won Than either our mortal souls
Awake my brethren the demons are here Sound out the battle horns
Arm yourself now with your axe and your shield These devils will not take our homes
Onward homeland! Onward glory! Forward to the war To the battle ye cullies, there's more to be won Than either our mortal souls
Who are these heathens who fight like the wind, Killing with hearts of steel? I fear that our reach has exceeded our grasp The barbarians are hot on our heels
We drive the demons back Victory is ours
Land Ho! Bring in the anchor and cast out the sails New lands are ripe for the sword
For goddess and homeland we ride on the wind Go forth with the glory of Thor