The old gods forsaken, the old ways abandoned,
the new world shines bright on the waves
the fading sun sets on the cruel seas that ward our homes,
kin's blood spilled wide on the shore
Where are my sons that carry the flame?
Where are my sons that carry my name?
Vinland your time has come
heathen child under the sun
spread your wings and fly
ancient blood cast far and wide
Vinland the Good they say
northern home long gone astray
the crosses' shadow on the waves
your old god's memory fades away
One-Eye guides the cold north winds to our long ship'S sails,
the old cross is left far behind
to forge a new way, with our god's blood within our hearts,
this new world will give all we need
Great are the songs that carry our names
far we sail to eternal fame
Vinland your time has come
heathen child under the sun
spread your wings and fly
ancient blood cast far and wide
Vinland the Good they say
northern home long gone astray
the crosses' shadow on the waves
your old god's memory fades away
People told me when I came
hither all would be so fine
the good Vinland known to fame
rich in fruits and choicest wine
now the water pail they send
to the fountain I must bend
nor from out this land divine
have I quaffed one drop of wine
- Thorhall the Hunter, Erik the Red's Saga
