Son Of Pure Viking Blood

In the times of moral fall

Times of mayhem, filth and false

Your life was a battle-field

A ship at the high seas

Your words were not forgotten

They still echo in my mind

With the wave and hum of the sea

With the lightning in the sky

You were the son of pure Viking blood

You were a warrior to you existence

I still hear the hoofs of horses

Crackling of fire, sound of horn

I see the war and the swords of steel

Christian blood upon my hands

I hear flapping of the sails

Smell the scent of the sea

Feel the hail lashing my face

I feel pride in my heart

You were the son of pure Viking blood

You were a warrior to you existence

And the candles are still burning

'til memory smoulders in our hearts

But your war is still around

And your sword was taken up

Live your life in Valhalla

The way you always wanted but

Until life in our hearts

The memory of you still remains

You were the son of pure Viking blood

You were a warrior to you existence

Now it is time to find your way home

Among green forests and unbounded seas