Free

As the dragon cuts the waves

Strong winds take us east

Like the wings of a beast

Salt on my lips again

I put my face in the wind

Let the saga begin

Heading where brave have travelled

What eyes have never seen

Miklagard we're on our way

Where few have ever been

Danger, toil and trouble

Death may lie ahead

But I'd rather die in glory

Than fade away in bed

Free, so free

The waves of the sea

The taste of the wind

Urging us on and the saga begins

Free, so free

In the storm you will see

Holding on with a grin

Odin with us let the saga begin

From Dorestadt in franconia

The best swords that are made

In gold they be weighted

Amber from Haithabu

The gold of our shore

We got plenty in store

We'll sell on eastern markets

And silken cloth we will buy

Spices, glass and jewellery

Of pleasure to the eye

There is a fortune waiting

For Those who choose this way

A saga to be written

To be told on future days