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Thousand trails I have passed

In my endless trip

Thousand scars I have found

In the quest of me

Dreamed of capture the whole world!

Was I wrong or was I right?

But I took my sword

And began the fight

Thousand lifes I have lived

I was king, I was god

But time has come...

has come...

And from the scratch I start

Holding winter's breath

Deep inside myself

Cold mountains

I feel the wind

I hear it's call

Northern countess

It rises of new day

In the frost of my way

Vikings' prowess

Thousand swords

Of our prowess -

Viking's prowess

Legend's proud - is my way

My way

Thousand wars I have won

Loosing my dreams and friends

But I could not to stop

Thrist of conquering lands!

Thousand trails already passed

Now I am free. I am tired.

All in that I have trust,

I could leave behind

Wind of cold northern lands

Heal me from my dark past

I returned at home

At home..

And I'm here at last!

I alt jeg har tillit til

vil jeg kunne forlate

Vinder av kaldt nordlys

Det heler meg fra min mørke fortid

Jeg returnerer hjem

og her er jeg, endelig