Viljið tær hoyra kvæðI'mítt,
Vilja tær orðum trúgva,
Um hann Ólav Trygvason,
Hagar skal ríman snúgva.

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

Knørrur var gjørdur á Noregs landi,
Gott var í honum evni:
Sjútti alin og fýra til,
Var kjølurin millum stevna.

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

Har kom maður á bergið oman
Við sterkum boga í hendi:
"Jallurin av Ringaríki
Hann meg higar sendi."

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

"Einar skalt tú nevna meg,
Væl kann boga spenna,
Tambar eitur mín menski bogi,
ørvar drívur at renna."

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

"Hoyr tú tað, tú ungi maður,
Vilt tú við mær fara,
Tú skalt vera mín ørvargarpur
Ormin at forsvara."

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

Gingu teir til strandar oman,
Ríkir menn og reystir,
Lunnar brustu og jørðin skalv:
Teir drógu knørr úr neysti.

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

Einar spenti triðja sinni,
æt1ar jall at raka,
Tá brast strongur av stáli stinna,
í boganum tók at braka.

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

Allir hoyrdu streingin springa,
Kongurin seg undrar:
"Hvat er tað á mínum skipi,
So ógvuliga dundrar?"

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

SvaraðI Einar Tambarskelvir
Kastar boga sín
"Nú brast Noregi úr tínum hondum,
Kongurin, harri mín!"

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

Nú skal lætta ljóðIð av,
Eg kvøðI ei longur á sinni;
Nú skal eg taka upp annan tátt;
Dreingir leggi í minni!

Glymur dansur í høll,
Dans sláIð ring
Glaðir ríða Noregs menn
Til Hildar ting.

A journey, with which we attempt to look beyond our boundaries
To answer questions asked for centuries
Will it not only leave us with more and greater mysteries
That's the question, that is
What keeps me rowing, I'm sick of this strife
I don't know where we're going, we trusted Leif
He said, "You'll see Vineland is out there
I can take us there I know where we are going
Don't deny your need for knowing how far

all goes on and where the oceans end
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard"
Still we've sighted only sea till now
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard

Greatness lies within the silence of the ocean
Where we end is not our decision
and though hidden, fate is fixed with no evasion
All men should try to live each
Day for the evening, each week for the end
each summer for the winter, each life for death
Tell me, does this all have a meaning
And Leif Ericsson just stared into the distance
And asked the questions, "How far does it

all go on and where do oceans end
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard"
Still we've sighted only sea till now
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard

Dagurin skín so fagurliga
Komið er hægst á summarið

Tell me not that there is a higher
Truth to life than my own
And forces of unseen kind
Beyond our imagination
At the end of the day
Right or wrong must depend on
Weak or strong, and how would we
Hang the last hangman

The truth is sad
Much wants more
Hang your head
Ask what for
We sacrifice
Blood and gore
Before the eyes
Of the God of War

I believe not life could ever exist
without the survival of the fittest

Maybe this is the best
We can do with what we have
Should we not just be grateful
Privileged as we are
Walking this rugged old planet
Who are we to complain
Such is the nature of man
This was to be our lot

The truth is sad
Much wants more
Hang your head
Ask what for
We sacrifice
Blood and gore
Before the eyes
Of the God of War

Longing eyes turn into the sun
Low in the winter
Grey as a wolf now the wind has come
Cold as a hunter

Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
Hail to the Hammer

Narrow eyes turn against the wind
Out from the ocean
Until the day when we sail again
Life is a long pain

Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
Hail to the Hammer

To the god of thunder
The god that's protecting us all
All hail to the giant hunter
And hail to the forces of nature all

Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
Hail to the Hammer