Into Battle

Raised viking sails,

The grinding of axes:

One takes up the sword

The other the spear and bow

Wives they left behind

And their children alike;

Their enemies awaiting

Standing on the shoreline:

'Ere the night

They shall die!

Back home again

Few shall return...

To victory, through honor first,

In valhalla they shall find rest!

Odin's warriors they shall remain

Forever more, 'till victory one day!