And they resounded with a new prayer:

"Deliver us, O lord, from the fury of the norsemen!" In vain!!



Tales of the mighty deeds

Of the heroes of old

Still a certain nostalgia

Of what has been, lived on



They came from the cold and hostile north

They pillaged the monasteries

Putting villages to fire and the sword

And profaned the churches



"Far and wide like the falcon

That hunts through the sky

Flew he now o'er the desolate sea



Has through courage strike close to thy foe

Not too short for thee then is my blade



When the storm roars on high

Up aloft with the sail

Ah! How pleasant is the sea in it's wrath!



The sea-king himself shows no greed

Only glory he seeks from his foe!"



They sailed out of history

Into the realm of legend