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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. |
