Jórvik

Sitting on a stump, I watch the goat herd eat
It's tedious and grueling
Wet and bored by dung and sleet
And petty farm boys drooling
There, by the shoreline, the ice starts to melt
I'm sensing a feeling I have never felt
I'm sensing a feeling I have never felt
I know why I'm made, I am off to raid
On a longship bound for Jórvik
With an axe in hand, in a wild warband
Going westwards, going to England
Let my mother know that I had to go
Where my father once set shore
And that I shall loot with King Canute
And I won't come home no more
And that I shall loot with King Canute
And I won't come home no more
16 summers I had spent with goats, but now I shall be spending
The seventeenth onboard a boat, into whatever ending
I yearn for adventure, for silver and fame
And one day the world shall remember my name
One day the world shall remember my name
I am sailing west, with the very best
In pursuit of bloodstained booty
For I'm young and free and my legacy
Shall be carved in stone for all to see
Let the rough sea whip on this dragonship
Njord will hear me say
"If the seas are rough, I will laugh it off
For today, I sail away
If the seas are rough, I will laugh it off
For today, I sail away"
I know why I'm made, I am off to raid
On a longship bound for Jórvik
With an axe in hand, in a wild warband
Going westwards, going to England
Let my mother know that I had to go
Where my father once set shore
And that I shall loot with King Canute
And I won't come home no more
And that I shall loot with King Canute
And I won't come home no more