Oh the Swan Road is ours for the season,
And sword-wine is all that we spend
For the gold and the grain that we gather
To wander the way of the wind!
Oh the frost giants run from the coastline
And Thor walks the hills and the glens
And the All Father calls to his children
To take to the swan road again, yes!
To take to the swan road again!
Well, the Irish have gold in their churches
Their priests have no stomach for war
They'll pay us and run for the forests
They'll see us come back to their shore!
Oh the frost giants run from the coastline
And Thor walks the hills and the glens
And the All Father calls to his children
To take to the swan road again, yes!
To take to the swan road again!
The Saxons will meet us in battle
They've lost to us seasons before
Little men screaming their war cries
Their land gives us slaves by the score
Oh the frost giants run from the coastline
And Thor walks the hills and the glens
And the All Father calls to his children
To take to the swan road again, yes!
To take to the swan road again!
Well farming is good for a season
And trading can profit some more
But blood is the gold of the Viking
And we'll make them pay us in gore!
Oh the frost giants run from the coastline
And Thor walks the hills and the glens
And the All Father calls to his children
To take to the swan road again, yes!
To take to the swan road again!
Well the Swan Road is ours for the season
And Valhal is our journey's end
The all father calls us to battle
To wander the way of the wind...