

four of our ships rest at the beach
quiet in the summers breeze

swords and axes cover the ground
as we march to the dragon boats!

for the gods of war we sail
far across the seas!
into the dark long beards and hairs!
and the ale within our tubes!

now that the witch has cast her spells
magic runes will guide my ways!
shields on the side we row to the sea
with the wind beneath our sails!

So farewell! to britonia we sail!
into the dark blue horizon!
And the great gods of war will lead our steel,
to the shores of britonia we sail!

to britonia, britonia, britona, britonia we sail!

[bridge]
between fear and courage, the border isnt that thick!
may odin give us strength, to fight our holy war!
[bridge]

christ barons reign in the lands of britain
waiting for the fist from north!
plunder and pillage the cities of jesus!
burn all the churches down!


