Now finally on the way

Strong winds will take us home

No one we will obey

But our gods all alone

The oars are gliding in

The blackened nordic sea

And driven by the wind

The waves we must defeat



The voice we can here is the old northern call

Still guiding us on our course

This song in the wind born in warrior's hall

Is leading our way back home



Arrival is a feast

We've been gone for far too long

Remembering the dead

Many brothers, they are gone

But with their swords in hand

And restless souls within

We'll return to the land

That they are buried in



You feel the bond when you are born

Where mountains touch the sky

Eternal ice and raging storms

Up where the eagles fly

You hear the hooves of Sleipnir pound

Wolves and ravens by his side

With one eye watch us through the clouds

And take us as we die