Ships are prepared

Weapons and shields 

Sails were raised 

We're heading out to sea! 



Norway disappeared in the east 

Our journey had begun 

Helpful 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 horizon 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 struggled with heart 

The Irish fell to our wrath 

Fought for his live 

The king escaped 

With fury divine 

King Olaf threw his sword