Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through the  Sea.  Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore.  Men from Hordaland, Rogaland and Agder gathered for battle in common.  Proud men with no fear  Strokes from the sword crushed the skill of the christian  A long time we ruled, kings of the north  Many battles we won, at the shores of Midgard  But, betrayed by our own brothers we were forced down on our knees  Now, when the wind once again is howling, the thoughts finally goes  Forward  Home  We shall rise in our glory  The white horde wil for sure silver  "We died like men  Therefore we never vanquished  Weak is the one the enemy loves  Never betray your origin"