They storm the shores with fearless roars
As the ravens circle o'er
Their sails like wings of northern lore
May peace reign here no more
[Chorus]
'T is the chant, the cry of the warriors
Rough tides, rough tides invade our doors
With axe and shield they claim the field
The clash of iron rings
Through smoky sky, their battle cry
As the seeress foresees kings
[Chorus]
Hear the horns, the march of the conquerors
Cold winds, cold winds, our fate implores
With painted runes, they call the moons
War drums that shake the floor
Their eyes alight with fire's might
To the gods of war they swore
[Chorus]
Valiant hearts, the pulse of the plunderers
Strong wills, strong wills, 'gainst thunderous roars