Текст песни
The wind carries whispers of peace yet to come,
Beyond the white heat and the beat of the drum.
I see the first smoke rising up to the sky,
A signal to Odin that we didn't die.
The soil is bitter, the winter is long,
But the will of the Viking is steady and strong.
We build a hearth where the clover grows green,
The strongest foundation that midgard has seen.
Through the rain and the blood and the English steel,
We stand our ground with a spirit of will.
From the fjords to the fields, we are carving our name,
Turning the wild into more than a game.
We stay, we grow, where the two rivers run,
Beyond the white heat and the beat of the drum.
I see the first smoke rising up to the sky,
A signal to Odin that we didn't die.
The soil is bitter, the winter is long,
But the will of the Viking is steady and strong.
We build a hearth where the clover grows green,
The strongest foundation that midgard has seen.
Through the rain and the blood and the English steel,
We stand our ground with a spirit of will.
From the fjords to the fields, we are carving our name,
Turning the wild into more than a game.
We stay, we grow, where the two rivers run,