Feel the freezing breeze
Of the winds of the ocean
Taste the salty air
Bathe in icy waves

Ripe lands to the west
Wait for us to pluck them
Maidens for the men and
Wealth for the clan

Men on the rows
Wind in our sails
Stars will guide us to shores
Where we will bring wage war

Riches to be shared
Virgins to give birth to our sons
Towns to be set on fire
They must be ours

Blood on our swords
Taste of fear in the air
The rightfull owner of your lands
Has come collect the taxes

Blood on our hands
Haze of greed in our eyes
The rightful owner of your women
Has come to sow the seeds