Текст песни: Jule + перевод

Strong oars crash to the waves,

Northern wind carries the ships,

Toward their home row grey-haired warriors,

Leaving strange lands far behind.

Grasping flock of ravens were circling

Under coverlet of night clouds,

Sleeping shore was covered, like with black wing,

With the shadows of the horrifying dragonheads.

Like a whirlwind we rode under crimson moon,

We didn’t count slain enemies.

By our force we have taken the riches and glory

Of turned into dust strange shores!

In scabbards rests now icy steel,

Sky has changed its crimson color.

Passed out of sight flocks of black ravens,

The holds are crammed with wines and coins.

Winter sun shines through the clouds,

Throws its ray on snow-covered fjord,

Icy strong wind rips the sails —

It brings our drakkars to the homeward shore.

Bound up wives with sons will meet us,

Troll will hide in mountain ravine,

With tongues of winter piles, reaching out to the sky,

The fest of Yule begins now!

Again fill be filled our bowls,

Foreign wines flow, like a river.

Drunkenness again will overcome our heads.

Gloomy singer, sing your song for us!

And through the centuries Scald’s strings will sing

Songs of our bold victories.

But the Gods carve again the Runes of War for us,

Their Spirit in us will never cease!

Again the sunset is colored with crimson blood,

Again we will leave our home for long.

The world will be shaken with our power,

Again we go to march for glory!

Перевод песни Jule