We were the children of despair
Our people crushed by hunger
And unable to escape the trap
Of a land so cold and harsh
We prepared the ships, drew oars
And like a storm we'd thunder
To strike without warning
Land upon the coast and attack
Feed our people with the plunder
Find lands more fertile and warm
We were now the children of fire
Saved by conquest and battle
Our Norse blood burning
We would act in haste
So lift the dead upon a pyre
And send the spirit upward
Where Odin in Valhalla waits
