Winds of Trondheimsfjorden
de Fferyllt
Icy winds blowing from raging northern sky
Drakkars are calling those who vocated to win or to die
Sails on the horizon take away them far from home
Many will grow in man, many they will not return
Smell of burning yet not troubles
Swords that rest in mighty hands
Sound of thunder broke the silence
That was heard in distant lands
Rise ye sons of frost and metal
Rise ye children of the waves
Win the world or die in battle
Send to hel those christian slaves
Fortress in fire, screams of the dying run through the night
Sower of discords stands by his faithfuls' side
Rage of the vikings turns into horror young and old
Rainbow is rising, asgard is shining with roofs of gold
Rise ye sons of frost and metal
Rise ye children of the waves
Win the world or die in battle
Turn to dust all christian slaves
Wind brings the drakkars back to the trondheim shore
Met with the honor, maiden's smile and widow's sore
Fires are taking bodies and arms of warriors slain
Waves slightly whisper of battles that to be again
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