Ships were prepared
Weapons and shields
Sails were raised
We headed out to sea
Norway disappeared in the East
Our journey had begun
Helpful winds gave us our speed
Under a warming sun
Heading to the emerald land
A fleet of 50 ships
An army of 2000 men
Led by the king
On the horizon dark clouds arose
Thor rode across the black clouds
As the night rolled in over us
We felt the wrath of the storm
That night I was haunted by dreams
An omen of what was to come
The serpent arose from the sea
Ready to strike
With hammer in hand
The serpent in pain
Twisting in furious rage
Fought for its life
The serpent escaped
Thor was enraged
My dreams began to fade
Woke from my dreams
Sword in my hand
The break of dawn
Closing in on Irish land
Time to attack
Grabbed our shields
We came ashore
And saw the waiting horde
The fight was short and deadly intense
The Irish fought us well
But as we gained the upper hand
Their fighting spirit quelled
Ready to strike
With swords in our hands
They struggled with heart
The Irish fell to our wrath
Fought for his life
Their king escaped
With fury divine
King Olav threw his sword