Viking

Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship,

Pulling our oars and listening to the foam;

Helmets and sheepskins salt-damp in the sea-mist:

We're going home.

Aslak of Langadale, Einar Thorgeirsson,

Olaf the White and Sigurd the Powerful...

Looking for constellations above the horizon,

West wind cutting sharper than our blades;

Smiling forever into an endless sunrise,

We're flying on the waves.

Thorfin Karlsefny, Aud the Deep-Minded,

Snorri Thorbrandsson, Thorstein the Black...

Out of dark Vinland, with grey waves racing before us -

We want no rest.

Back to the homeland, Iceland, sleeping in winter -

Back from the West.

Five years we roam;

Now we're going home.