The wind sings a dirge, across the icy plain
Bloodstains on the dirt, a story of pain
We've raided far and wide, with axes keen and bright
But battles left behind, no longer fill our sight
Vikings, it's time to go home
The call of the North, it echoes in our bones
Across the storm-tossed seas, our longboats will sail
To hear the laughter of children, In the safe embrace of home
The halls of Valhalla, hold promises of might
But there's a longing in our hearts, for the fire's gentle light
For wives and sons, and the land where we were born
For fields of green and barley, where we'll spend the coming morn
Vikings, it's time to go home
The call of the North, it echoes in our bones
Across the storm-tossed seas, our longboats will sail
To hear the laughter of children, In the safe embrace of home
Vikings, it's time to go home
The call of the North, it echoes in our bones
Across the storm-tossed seas, our longboats will sail
To hear the laughter of children, In the safe embrace of home