Strong Clamavi De Profundis

Bjorn:
My Chieftain father 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"

Chorus:
Now we sail from the northland
On the whale-road to the main land
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

Erling:
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!