On foreign soil we wage our fight praising one eyed god
We traveled far through Ægir’s sea with many dragon ships
A westward raid we have begun coming through the night
Among the men is our king Kristoffer the Red
North men attack destroying all killing without remorse
Swinging swords and smashing skulls chanting battle cries
The village burns throughout the night a sign for what’s to come
The Asa men cry out loud it’s only just begun

The warfare builds with many men fighting side by side
We skirmish till the break of dawn with many fallen men
The broken land charred and crisp defiled by our steel
Countless towns and many men shall fall at our knees

Twelve moons pass when we return to the dragon ships
With our prize the men are all ready to return
We load the ships full of gold enough to make us kings
Crowns and cups a foreign cross all to be sold
To east we sail the dragon ships cut through the sea
A storm begins to brew ahead which we cannot avoid
Thunderous waves cover the boats sinking two of them
We press on through the raging sea determined to return

The ravens fly to guide our way back to Asa Bay
We dock our ships prepare for one last test of will
We gather all of our take journey the mountain side
To reach our home we must embark to climb the fjords