Where cold winds blow strong

At the heart of winter I belong (yeah!)

Where the oceans rise

There can be no compromise

In this majestic Pagan land

We are fit to withstand

All religious fools

Who try to bend a free man

From my hall I can see all four corners on a bright day

White north, grim east and the western world at my feet

And the horizon to the south where the beast bites its own tail

When I am tired of days, that is where I will set sail

Rise your horn, let's drink to health

In our domain whеre will is wealth