Oh, the winds they howl, and the waves they cry
Under the blackened storm-filled sky
There lies a beast in the deep below
Jörmungandr's coils, they ebb and flow
Row, lads, row, through the tempest's roar
The serpent sleeps near our shore
His fangs like ice, his scales so cold
The Midgard Serpent, fierce and bold
From Yggdrasil's roots to the ocean wide
He circles the world with ancient pride
Beneath the keel, he twists and turns
In his shadow, the ocean burns
Row, lads, row, through the tempest's roar
The serpent sleeps near our shore
His fangs like ice, his scales so cold
The Midgard Serpent, fierce and bold
Raise your oars and sing this spell
To bind his might in ocean's swell
Ancient words from the gods of old
To calm the beast, both strong and bold
Vaka, Jörmungandr, haf seigir gæsl!
Í böndum af jörð og hav, þitt valda stillum vér!
Fram með fjöll og elda vinda,
Verði þú bundinn við vorn vilja
Row, lads, row, through the tempest's roar
The serpent sleeps near our shore
His fangs like ice, his scales so cold
The Midgard Serpent, fierce and bold
Oh, the waves will calm, and the storm will cease
When the serpent bows to our song of peace
But beware, lads, of the beast below
For one day his wrath will surely grow