My chieftain faðir said to me My son, you must be strong The world is yours, where're you are It's there that you belong For a Viking cannot be afraid To take and claim his fill For the measure of a man Is the strength within his will Now we sail from the Northland On the Whale-road to the mainland We will fly like the raven Into battle at our liking And the systirs tell the story Of the Vikings and their glory We will sail to the shore We will prevail, we are Vikings The Viking promise I have made Sets fire in my bones The world is cold, the world is hard The weak man falls and groans I have come to rid this wretched land Of lesser men than I For the gods above demand it They say that they must die Now we sail from the Northland On the Whale-road to the mainland We will fly like the raven Into battle at our liking And the systirs tell the story Of the Vikings and their glory We will sail to the shore We will prevail, we are Vikings Go my mighty one Bring honor to our name Oh my dearest one Come back to me the same Do not let your love of God outweigh your love for me Do not let the whale-road to drown you in the sea Now they sail from the Northland On the Whale-road to the mainland They will fly like the raven Into battle at their liking And the systirs tell the story Of the Vikings and their glory They will sail to the shore They will prevail, they are Vikings We are strong (Strong) We will purge the weak (Strong) We will show no mercy (Strong) We will take our plunder As the god of thunder (Strong) As the winter chill (Strong) As the flowing fire (Strong) We will take our fill We will win or die here Miserere mei deus Secundum magnum misericordiam tuam Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum Dele inquitatem meam We will purge the weak (Strong) We will show no mercy (Strong) We will take our plunder (Strong) As the god of thunder (Strong) As the winter chill (Strong) As the flowing fire (Strong) We will take our fill (Strong) We will win or die here Please forgive my sins (Strong) Grant these poor man pardon (Strong) As the crucified (Strong) As the hard not hardened (Strong) They may storm these walls (Strong) But they can't storm Heaven (Strong) They will vainly plunder (Strong) From the God of wonder Now we sail to the Northland On the Whale-road from the mainland We will fly like the raven Into battle at our liking And the systirs tell the story Of the Vikings and their glory We will sail to the shore We will prevail, we are Vikings!