The North Men

Over the sea
Milled to salt
Where giants rest
And serpents lurk
Where the wind, it stabs
Cold as ice
Where even the most savage fear to pass
That's where you'll find the Norsemen.

On monstrous waves
In the darkest storm
Riding the tempest
Like a spirited horse
That's where you'll find the norsemen.

In the midst of the battle
Where blood flows like mead
And the line between friend and foe is blurred
Where there is no room for grudge, nor prejudice
Where your heart pounds with the clash of shields
Where every strike could be your last
And your blood runs thick as honey in your veins

Where there are riches
Honour
Glory
Or a battle to be won

That's where you'll find the norsemen.