Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through the sea. Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore. Men from Hordaland, Rogaland and Agder gathered for battle in common. Proud men with no fear Strokes from the sword crushed the sk** of the christian A long time we ruled, kings of the north Many battles we won, at the shores of Midgard But, betrayed by our own brothers we were forced down on our knees Now, when the wind once again is howling, the thoughts finally goes forward home We shall rise in our glory The white horde wil for sure silver "We died like men Therefore we never vanquished Weak is the one the enemy loves Never betray your origin"