Thousand trails I have passed
In my endless trip
Thousand scars I have found
In the quest of me
Dreamed of capture the whole world!
Was I wrong or was I right?
But I took my sword
And began the fight
Thousand lifes I have lived
I was king, I was god
But time has come...
Has come...
And from the scratch I start
Holding winter's breath
Deep inside myself
Cold mountains
I feel the wind
I hear it's call
Northern countess
It rises of new day
In the frost of my way
Vikings' prowess
Thousand swords
Of our prowess -
Viking's prowess
Legend's proud - is my way
My way
Thousand wars I have won
Loosing my dreams and friends
But I could not to stop
Thrist of conquering lands!
Thousand trails already passed
Now I am free. I am tired.
All in that I have trust,
I could leave behind
Wind of cold northern lands
Heal me from my dark past
I returned at home
At home..
And I'm here at last!
I alt jeg har tillit til
Vil jeg kunne forlate
Vinder av kaldt nordlys
Det heler meg fra min mrke fortid
Jeg returnerer hjem
Og her er jeg, endelig