Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through the sea Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore Men from Hordaland, Rogaland and Adger gathered for battle in common Proud men with no fear Strokes from the sword crushed the skull of the christian
A long time we ruled, kings of the north Many battles we won, at the shores of Midgard But, betrayed by our own brothers we were forced down on our knees Now when the wind once again is howling the thoughts finally goes towards home We shall rise in our glory The white horde will for sure shiver