A wind arose one day from the North
 And it did call to the sons Odin's host -
 Ships they prepared and weapons of war,
 Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!
 
 Far, far away! And away further still!
 Vikings are sailing headed for the East;
 What pallid fear o'ertakes their enemies
 When they spot afar Drakkars in the mist!
 
 A wind arose one day from the North
 Calling to the warriors of mighty Thor -
 Ships they prepared and weapons of war,
 Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!
 
 They fight by day and feast by night,
 They know no quarter, no defeat -
 Grim were the lands that bore them,
 Grimmer still they have become
 
 A wind arose one day from the North
 Blowing in the hearts of those loyal to Tyr;
 Ships they prepared and weapons of war,
 Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!