Just a ripple lapped the keel as we silently rocked
hanging limp the flax, wool sail, waiting

Our gods are sleeping said our Gothi
we covered him with hateful stares
Awake him said our leader clasping his Ulfberth
the Gothi summoned Njord

This was the seventh day of the sun, too weak to row
slowly we sacrificed each other to the gods, waiting

The Gothi was next struck by the hand holding the Ulfberth
it was night time that the madness took over
throats were slit their blood painted on the faces
only the strongest survived still grasping tight my Ulfbreth

Yes I am alone to tell you this tale of when Njord deserted us
what could we have done to anger him, we are Vikings
I challenged him as I prepare for Valhalla, what do you want of me

This is when I became Freyr son of Njord
with my last breath I fill the sail
the clouds gathered rain swept my brow the sea rolled to life
Peace and fertility will be your virtue, son of Njord, welcome