Vikinger
Vi er Vikinger, I nord vi sejler fra
Kyst til fremmed land, vi kæmper alle mand
Æsir giv os mod, til valhal efter død
I den mørke muld, vi skåler Frydefuldt
Old Norse (Sigurbodi)
ÞAt mælti mín móðir
At mér skyldi kaupa
Fley ok fagrar árar
Fara á brott með víkingum
Standa upp í stafni
Stýra dýrum knerri
Halda svá til hafnar
Höggva mann ok annan
Höggva mann ok annan
ÞÉl höggr stórt fyr stáli
Stafnkvígs á veg jafnan
Út með éla meitli
Andærr jötunn vandar
En svalbúinn selju
Sverfr eirar vanr þeiri
Gestils ölpt með gustum
Gandr of stál fyr brandi
Vikings
We are Vikings, in the north we sail from
Coast to foreign land, we all fight
Give us courage, Æsir, to Valhalla after death
In the dark soil, we toast joyfully
Old Norse (Sigurbodi)
That said my mother
That I should buy
A ship and beautiful oars
Go away with Vikings
Stand up in the prow
Steer the precious ship
Sail to the harbor
Strike one man and another
Strike one man and another
Thél strikes hard with steel
In the battle's path always
Out with the sharp blade
The fierce giant's breath
But the cool willow
Cuts the waves with ease
Gestil's ale with gusts
Magic over steel before fire