Dar tog en nordlig vind   Skeppet, sa att kungen   Ombord fordes med   Till strid mot tva kungar      De djarva kungarna   Halsade med pilskott   Ordlost I striden   Skoldarnas buller rackte      Blood red bows plough the waves   Dragon heads grin   Twenty ships with Norsemen braves   Riding the northern wind      They left their shores at early dawn   As a red sun was rising in the east   An ancient sign of coming storm   Thunder of sword and shield      Sails appear in the south   Now every man prepare   The sea will be colored by blood   Battle is drawing near      A mighty fleet of forty ships   Two kings bring lethal steel   No words spoken between enemies   Just thunder of sword and shield      A rain of arrows darkens the sun   A cloud of wood and steel   Through shields and flesh the arrows run   Bringing warriors to their knees      A war-cry loud as Heimdal's horn   Fills the vibrating air   This is the place where heroes are born   And where death is always near      Here it comes the mighty storm   Every man attacks   Now is when heroes are born   There is no turning back