Ships are prepared    Weapons and shields    Sails were raised    We're heading out to sea!       Norway disappeared in the east    Our journey had begun    Helpfull winds gave us our speed    Under a warming sun       Heading to the emerald land    A fleet of 50 ships    A army of 2000 man, led by the king       On the horzion dark clouds arose    ...    We felt the wrath of the storm       That night I was haunted by dreams    An omen, of what was to come    The serpent arose from the sea       Ready to strike    With hammer in hand    The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage!    Fought for its live    The serpent escaped    Thor was in rage    My dreams began to fade       Woke from my dreams    Sword in my hand    The break of dawn    Closing in on Irish land    Time to attack    Ragnar shields    We came ashore    And saw the waiting horde       The fight was short and deadly intense    The Irish fought us well    But as we gained the upperhand    Their fighting spirit grew       Ready to strike    With swords in our hands    They stuggled with heart    The Irish fell to our wrath    Fought for his live    The king escaped    With fury divine    King Olaf threw his sword