Wind Of Conquest

A wind arose one day from the North
And it did call to the sons Odin's host -
Ships they prepared and weapons of war
Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!
Far, far away! And away further still!
Vikings are sailing headed for the East;
What pallid fear o'ertakes their enemies
When they spot afar Drakkars in the mist!
A wind arose one day from the North
Calling to the warriors of mighty Thor -
Ships they prepared and weapons of war
Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!
They fight by day and feast by night
They know no quarter, no defeat -
Grim were the lands that bore them
Grimmer still they have become
A wind arose one day from the North
Blowing in the hearts of those loyal to Tyr;
Ships they prepared and weapons of war
Then raised their sails to this glorious wind!