Over rivers and seas 
cross valleys and heaths, 
to the edge of the world and back 
our journey did lead. 
Father up in the sky 
let the ravens fly, 
to soar aside our ship of oak as 
wild oceans we ride. 

In the prow I stand 
hungry for dry land. 
A homeward hammerheart. 

Northwind embrace me 
as I face the horizon. 
Carry me safe ashore 
as you did my brethren of yore. 

Through the days and nights 
through triumphant fights, 
we have roamed these far away lands with 
no peace in sight. 
Mother north of old 
let me taste your cold. 
Sooth my weary head with visions 
that your nature holds. 

We're sailing dark waters 
come raven come and be our guide. 
We're sons of the north star 
so blow wind blow, onwards we will ride.