Defying the storm, the lash of the waves,
 Our Drakkars are advancing
 Fearless upon the raging seas we sail!
 Our Dragon prow is emerging
 From the mist of a winter's morning
 Or the dying gleam of day:
 Upon the fury of the ocean we ride
 With the wind caressing our hair
 And the brine biting into our eyes,
 The frost that invades
 The warmth of a heart...
 
 Defying the storm, the lash of the waves,
 Our Drakkars are advancing
 Fearless upon the raging seas we sail!
 The standard of the hammer
 Atop the mast we hoisted high
 A talisman of Mjolner
 Around our neck we hung:
 To invoke all Fates benign
 And offer sacrifice -
 To Njord, the sea-faring God,
 A mariner across the stars
 That through the night
 Us mortals guide...