Feel the freezing breeze Of the winds of the ocean Taste the salty air Bathe in icy waves Ripe lands to the west Wait for us to pluck them Maidens for the men and Wealth for the clan Men on the rows Wind in our sails Stars will guide us to shores Where we will bring wage war Riches to be shared Virgins to give birth to our sons Towns to be set on fire They must be ours Blood on our swords Taste of fear in the air The rightfull owner of your lands Has come collect the taxes Blood on our hands Haze of greed in our eyes The rightful owner of your women Has come to sow the seeds