Over rivers and seas cross valleys and heaths, to the edge of the world and back our journey did lead. Father up in the sky let the ravens fly, to soar aside our ship of oak as wild oceans we ride.
In the prow I stand hungry for dry land. A homeward hammerheart.
Northwind embrace me as I face the horizon. Carry me safe ashore as you did my brethren of yore.
Through the days and nights through triumphant fights, we have roamed these far away lands with no peace in sight. Mother north of old let me taste your cold. Sooth my weary head with visions that your nature holds.
We're sailing dark waters come raven come and be our guide. We're sons of the north star so blow wind blow, onwards we will ride.