Freydis Egilsdottir and Mikhail Heimdallson
Sung To The Tune Of Chemical Workers Song by Great Big Sea
(sounds great accompanied with just a drum)
And it's row boys, row and pull with every breath
And every day you live this way
You're two days nearer death
So we'll row...
Well, we filled the ship with men
And waved a quick goodbye
To raid the far off lands beyond
Where sea comes to the sky
But there's thunder all around me
And storms rage ever near
There's an ugly swell, from Niflheim
But damned if I'll go there.
And it's row boys, row and pull with every breath
And every day you live this way
You're two days nearer death
So we'll row…
Well, we burnt a coastal village
And we breathed the oily smoke
When galloped up more guardsmen
To avenge their fallen folk
We fought back to the shoreline
Just to watch half our ships burn
But closed up ranks and butchered Franks
Until the tide could turn.
Then it's row boys, row and pull with every breath
And every day you live this way
You're two days nearer death
So we'll row…
There's fame and fortune,
Raiding opportunities galore.
The young men join for glory,
But we're always needing more.
For they all die too quickly
And far younger than they should.
For every day spent on a raid
You pay with flesh and blood.
But it's row boys, row and pull with every breath
And every day you live this way
You're two days nearer death
So we'll row...
Well, we got back to our steading
And I'm telling you no lie.
We've raided far off lands beyond
Where sea comes to the sky,
But there's solemn looks around me
And some mutters in the air
But look me lads; it ain't so bad
Our hold's full with Sif's hair
I mean… Gold boys, gold! And fame to make them sing
So with this pay, for every day
We will live on like Kings...
Yes, its Gold boys, gold! And fame to make them sing
So with this pay, for every day
We will live on like Kings… Vikings…