We are Vikings,
Many we are,
Guided by our Northern Star,
Raping, burning, then returning,
Bearing loot from afar.
Gems are mine, those brilliant stones,
Taken from the very thrones
Of nations sacked, beseiged, attacked,
And left only their dying groans.
We are Vikings,
Many we are,
Guided by our Northern Star,
Raping, burning, then returning,
Bearing loot from afar.
Gold is mine, that precious ore,
Stolen from a wealthy store
Of jewelry fair from everywhere,
And it's mine forevermore.
We are Vikings,
Many we are,
Guided by our Northern Star,
Raping, burning, then returning,
Bearing loot from afar.
Women are mine, from high and low,
Captured from the vanquished foe,
I travel earth, leaving the birth
Of children wherever I go.
We are Vikings,
Many we are,
Guided by our Northern Star,
Raping, burning, then returning,
Bearing loot from afar.