One by one, the kingdoms fall
They looked upon this isle and took it all
Harbingers of pain
Edmund the Martyr, cut down by a Dane
On the orders of Ivar the Boneless
Barbarian
Remorseless Norsemen swim ashore
The Eastern coast belongs to us no more
Shirtless in the rain
The heathen army's upon us once again
Led by the sons of Ragnar
Barbarian! (Whoa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
Barbarian! (Whoa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
One by one, the kingdoms fall
They looked upon this isle and took is all
Harbingers of pain
Edmund the Martyr, cut down by a Dane
On the orders of Ivar the Boneless
Barbarian! (Whoa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
We are the sons of Ragnar
Barbarian! (Whoa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
We are the sons of Ragnar
Reducing the feeble citadels
To ashes and blood stain
Enslaving the sweet women-folk
Whilst every man is slain
We'll spare perhaps a child or two that our legend may grow
And take your precious horses, leave your corpses in the snow
We'll march onwards to Mercia and carve the land a scar
In case you all were wondering
We are the sons of Ragnar
Barbarians! (Whoa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
We are the sons of Ragnar
Barbarians! (Whoa-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
We are the sons of Ragnar
