Seems to me a great vast black ocean Yet it ignores the wind Once you can see it than describe it to your lord.
A huge mass of shining polearms The sound of battle horns, prepares the storm Death is coming dressed as a pagan horde.
Above these walls I admire my end, This viking horde is beauty and death. My lord forgive me for all my sins, Please let me sing of our future heathen reign...