[793 (The Battle Of Lindisfarne)]

[Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1995/96]
[Music by Ivar Bjrnson 1995/96]

Strokes from oars could be heard,
Beautiful ships gushed through the sea
Like a wind from the north,
Our ancestors reached the shore
Men from Hordaland, Rogaland and Adger
Gathered for battle in common
Proud men with no fear
Strokes from the sword crushed the skull of the christian

A long time we ruled, kings of the north
Many battles we won, at the shores of Midgard
But, betrayed by our own brothers
We were forced down on our knees
Now when the wind once again is howling
The thoughts finally goes towards home
We shall rise in our glory
The white horde will for sure shiver

"We died like men
Therefore we never vanished
Weak is the one the enemy loves
Never betray your origin"

[Norwegian]

retak hrtes, vakre langskip fosset frem
Som en vind fra nord, kom vre fedre i land
Horder, Ryger og Egder, samlet til felles strid
Staute menn uten frykt
Sverdslag knuste kristmanns skalle

Lenge herkset vi, Nordens konger
Mange slag vi vant ved Midgards strender
Men, sveket av vre enge, ble vi tvunget ned i kne
Nr vinden n igjen jager, vender tankene omsider hjem
Vi skal reise oss i vr prakt
Sannelig skal kvitehorden skjelve

"Vi falt som menn
Derfor dde vi ei hen
Veik er den som fiender elsker
Svik ei ditt opphav"