In the shadow that fed our souls,
In the echo that stirs our hearts,
My Viking ...
A mainsail with foam caresses the horizon
Under the vault silver inlaid with thousands of stars
And in the abysses of nothingness
You're here, my warrior, up there on your longship
Your long golden hair caress the sky
And my arms around him fit you ..
Our souls do not unravel in the infinite
Guided by a wind of Scandinavia ...