Of all the ships from the north I sail the greatest one
Out from the ice horizons into the golden sun.
The golden sun drips along the sea
The silent frozen serenity
Spreads out the world before me.
At my side hangs my sword
My crystal shield across my back
I’ll take this shivering world by storm
No one can defeat my fleet
No walls can stand to my attack
I was born on the wings of a dragon
I was raised by her icy flame
For years, I carried the wagon
To build my strength and earn my name.
Of all the vessels that ride the storm, mine remains the king
A golden mast and silver sails shining like a diamond ring
I cross the ocean to unknown lands
Conquest resting in my hands
Under darkened skies and blinking stars
I mend my eyes and all its scars.
For, I have seen death that I can’t tell
I’ve stood where old empires fell
I’ve shot the bow and swung the axe
I’ve slain the men and whipped their backs.
Now, I ride the sea for farther shores
Pushing my men to turn those oars
Even once their arms have turned to led
We will wield the haft until we’re dead.
Now howls the night, its wintry glaze
So stings my eyes with its mystic haze
Loud rings the song we sing for war
Heavy, the rumble as we ride the shore
Then land we find in the dark of night
This cloak of shadows veils our sight
The Valkyries shall guide our light
Like our flaming arrows we now ignite.
March, march–on that battleground
March, march–we’ll bring them down
March, march–into the fight
March, march–for morning light
Blood will spill by the dawn
And what was there will then be gone
And we will sing our song of might
Aboard a vessel to Valhalla.
Of all the crafts that crawl the oceans, mine is one of myth
For falling proudly to Odin’s Hall, whom forever we shall dine with!