793 [slaget om Lindisfarne] [English translation]

Oar strokes is heard, beautiful longships drifts forwards

Like a breeze from the north, our fathers came ashore

Horder, Ryger and Egder, united for joint battle

Stout men without fear

Swordbeats broke the Christian's skull

Long we ruled, The Nordic kings

Many battles we won at Midgard's beaches

But, betrayed by our own, we were forced down on knees

When the wind now hunts again, our thoughts finally returns home

We will rise in our splendor

Surely, the whitehord shall tremble

"We died like men

Therefore we never vanished

Weak is the one the enemy loves

Never betray your origin"