| Song | Pursuit Of Vikings |
| Artist | Amon Amarth |
| Album | Greatest Hits - Hymns to the Rising Sun |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The warming sun returns again | |
| And melts away the snow | |
| The sea is freed from icy chains | |
| Winter is letting go | |
| Standing on the ocean side | |
| We can hear the waves | |
| Calling us out with tide | |
| To sail into our fate | |
| Oden! Guide our ships | |
| Our axes, spears and swords | |
| Guide us through storms that whip | |
| And in brutal war | |
| Our ships await us by the shore | |
| Time has come to leave | |
| Our country, family and homes | |
| For riches in the east | |
| Some of us won’t return | |
| But that won’t bring us down | |
| Our fate is written in the web | |
| Woven by the Norns | |
| A ram is sacrificed | |
| Across the longship’s bow | |
| And as we set our sails | |
| A strong breeze starts to blow | |
| It carries us out to sea | |
| With hope of fame and pride | |
| And glorious all will be | |
| That with sword in hand will die | |
| Oden! Guide our ships | |
| Our axes, spears and swords | |
| Guide us through storms that whip | |
| And in brutal war | |
| Oden! Guide our ships | |
| Our axes, spears and swords | |
| Guide us through storms that whip | |
| And in brutal war |
| The warming sun returns again | |
| And melts away the snow | |
| The sea is freed from icy chains | |
| Winter is letting go | |
| Standing on the ocean side | |
| We can hear the waves | |
| Calling us out with tide | |
| To sail into our fate | |
| Oden! Guide our ships | |
| Our axes, spears and swords | |
| Guide us through storms that whip | |
| And in brutal war | |
| Our ships await us by the shore | |
| Time has come to leave | |
| Our country, family and homes | |
| For riches in the east | |
| Some of us won' t return | |
| But that won' t bring us down | |
| Our fate is written in the web | |
| Woven by the Norns | |
| A ram is sacrificed | |
| Across the longship' s bow | |
| And as we set our sails | |
| A strong breeze starts to blow | |
| It carries us out to sea | |
| With hope of fame and pride | |
| And glorious all will be | |
| That with sword in hand will die | |
| Oden! Guide our ships | |
| Our axes, spears and swords | |
| Guide us through storms that whip | |
| And in brutal war | |
| Oden! Guide our ships | |
| Our axes, spears and swords | |
| Guide us through storms that whip | |
| And in brutal war |
| The warming sun returns again | |
| And melts away the snow | |
| The sea is freed from icy chains | |
| Winter is letting go | |
| Standing on the ocean side | |
| We can hear the waves | |
| Calling us out with tide | |
| To sail into our fate | |
| Oden! Guide our ships | |
| Our axes, spears and swords | |
| Guide us through storms that whip | |
| And in brutal war | |
| Our ships await us by the shore | |
| Time has come to leave | |
| Our country, family and homes | |
| For riches in the east | |
| Some of us won' t return | |
| But that won' t bring us down | |
| Our fate is written in the web | |
| Woven by the Norns | |
| A ram is sacrificed | |
| Across the longship' s bow | |
| And as we set our sails | |
| A strong breeze starts to blow | |
| It carries us out to sea | |
| With hope of fame and pride | |
| And glorious all will be | |
| That with sword in hand will die | |
| Oden! Guide our ships | |
| Our axes, spears and swords | |
| Guide us through storms that whip | |
| And in brutal war | |
| Oden! Guide our ships | |
| Our axes, spears and swords | |
| Guide us through storms that whip | |
| And in brutal war |