Lyrics:

At the tavern, mugs in hand,
The Ostman Vikings made their stand.
“The Balor’s curse we’ll drive away,
We’ll face the storm and win the day!”

His eye could burn both field and shore,
One cursed glance – and life’s no more.
“But if he wakes by stormy sea,
We’ll face him there – both you and me!”

Raise your horns, the storm is near,
Songs of battle drown the fear!
Oars will thunder, steel will shine,
Brothers bound by ale and brine!

The Northman Viking raised his ale,
And pointed forth with roasted whale.
“Like this we strike! You see my hand?
We’ll smash him down on sea and land!”

The Northman spoke half, the Ostmen guessed,
Hands and laughter did the rest.
“Balor! Kraken! Who can say?
We’ll toss them deep where the six planks stay!”

Halda hann! Eigi sleppa!  

Eigi gefask!   Halda hann! Eigi sleppa!

Raise your horns, the storm is near,
Songs of battle drown the fear!
Oars will thunder, steel will shine,
Brothers bound by ale and brine!

The storm grew wild, the sea turned black,
And from the depths the beast attacked.
Not Balor’s eye, but tentacles spread –
“The Kraken’s here! Strike hard!” they said.

He seized the ships like toys of wood,
But Vikings struck as heroes should.
With axes high and mead in veins,
They bound the beast in iron chains.

Raise your horns, the storm is near,
Songs of battle drown the fear!
Oars will thunder, steel will shine,
Brothers bound by ale and brine!

When silence fell, the ale was poured,
The Ostmen cheered, the Northmen roared.
“To friendship strong, from fjord to bay –
The Kraken’s gone, no fear today!”

“Come visit Nidaros, where maidens sing,
La, ... la, 
Where mead flows thick and hammers ring.”
“Then come to Dubhlinn, where roads all bend,
We’ll drink and dance till the morning’s end!”
[irish shoes dance sond]

Raise your horns, the storm is near,
Songs of battle drown the fear!
Oars will thunder, steel will shine,
Brothers bound by ale and brine!