Snow has covered Nordic lands Frozen is the earth beneath How can we endure this winter Without food and empty hands? The elders are dying younger The lads don't get that old Rather than eat rotten fish ...Keep surstromming at bay! Shall the wood beneath imposing longships Kiss the waves of seas and rivers course Sage the raiders strike for main A centre of trade gives the most gain Coins below our decks These goals we'll seal ourselves at dawn... Moon mantle's bright The coast's within our reach Bye weakling ones Sooner is your final doom Bird's muse goes asunder As a bad dreaming though Sun's born shining black It's time to go out raiding Fara I Viking! As white sheep among the wolves The raided will flee or fall The elders are dying younger Those lads don't get that old Rather than eat rotten fish ...Keep surstromming at bay! Towards the final hour We feast upon our gain In exchange a disembowel Or mean godspeed