Crossing The High Seas کے بول

The horns cry, over fortress-walls Starfilled skies, our roof as evening falls Far from home, through the lands we carve Cold winds blow, day break as wounded starve Our journey, under ashen skies For odin, high, proud our banner flies Across the highest seas and wave The northlands spirit carried the brave A will as, strong as solid steel For svitjod, foes will die or kneel Fierce conquerors set the world ablaze Armor clash, shine in the burning haze Our longships, under wings of gold Sail far north, towards thundra cold