Rune carver bound by stone
Bent by age and craft
Make us remember those
Gone so far away
Row further on
Chase out for the gold
South in Serkland
Rune master sharp the tools
Carve our memory
In the east they gave
Food to the eagle
Now drag the ships
Over logs and stones
Hard toiling men
When the water ends
Far away Beyond the east
Trapped like will-o'-wisp
Raise, raise my stone
Carve me runes
Like the waves rinse keel
Rune carver bound by stone
Bent by age and craft
Make us remember those
Gone so far away
Row further on
Chase out for the gold
South in Serkland
Trapped like will-o'-wisp
Raise, raise my stone
Carve me runes
Like the waves rinse keel
Under burning sun
End of our viking trail
Never returning home
Brothers-in-arms
Far away Beyond the east
Trapped like will-o'-wisp
Raise, raise my stone
Carve me runes
Like the waves rinse keel
Far away
Cannot help us here
Fight, 'till the end
Never be slaves for Serkland
