| We were sailing towards
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| The unknown in the open sea
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| After the storm, our hope was lost
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| In the raging waves but
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| My old faith was never so strong,
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| My viking heart don’t fear the fate!
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| Under Leif’s christian command
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| Full of wild grapes was the land
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| To which we approached
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| And tried to live but no more
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| Hydromel was in our horns
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| Our viking hearts don’t fear the fate!
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| Twice a winter, we messed our beloved.
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| Praying the lord,
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| Leif sought a blessing for our souls
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| Under his sign we abandoned our folks,
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| Now we are ready to unfurl the sails
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| Naglfar the ship will not have our nails,
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| Our viking hearts don’t fear the fate!
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| Twice a winter we missed our beloved,
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| To these shores our hearts do not belong!
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| Our ship devours the ocean waste
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| The sea is the nature on which we where born
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| Approaching our bay resound the viking horn
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| The hammer triumphant,
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| The cross now is torn,
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| My viking heart still has faith!
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| Twice a winter, we missed our beloved
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| Who did enlight the way to return?
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| Mighty Thor bring me back home. |