Far away through the mountains
Beyond of frozen lands
The wikingers were making
Weapons with iron wrath
Their shields so bright were shining
At swords they drawing runs
Protect them to the battle
Protect them not have wounds
The pray to father Odhinn
Before the battle begin
They ride on their horses
And run to battlefield
With steel to hands
And bravery in soul
The wikingers awaits,
The sound of the horn
Father to son
They teach the way to won
Be powerful of all,
So non of them to fall
Chorus:
Far away through the mountains
No fear, no pain.
Far away through the mountains
The battle has begun.
No fear, no pain
No mercy to their veins
Blood upon thy swords
And hearts like lions
Crashing the wind
And bring us victory
The Christians will fall,
By Odhinn sons
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