Just a farmer of the soil, with a gaze upon the sea
Dreaming of the western lands, where the rich kings used to be
He defied the old Earl's laws, built a longship fast and light
With Floki's wood and Odin's sign, they sailed into the night
Lindisfarne began to burn, England learned to fear his name
From a simple man of Kattegat to a crown of blood and fame
With Lagertha's fierce shield, and the gods upon his side
He became the rightful Jarl, leading nations on the tide
Skál, to the King, to the Crow God's chosen son
Skál, to the raids and the battles he has won
Ragnar Lothbrok, the legend from the North
With the fury of the storm, he brings his armies forth
Skál
Paris trembled at the gates, when the Northmen hit the shore
The Seine was filled with burning ships, a massive crest of war
Astuto, bold, and dangerous, he played the Christian game
Faking death inside a box to put the Franks to shame
He held the golden bracelets high, a king of silver and gold
The greatest saga of the age, the fiercest ever told
But the crown is heavy, and the mind begins to break
Too many betrayals, too many lives to take
Skál, to the King, to the Crow God's chosen son
Skál, to the raids and the battles he has won
Ragnar Lothbrok, the legend from the North
With the fury of the storm, he brings his armies forth
Skál
Old and weary, full of scars, Northumbria was the end
Betrayed by King Aella, with no army to defend
Cast into the pit of snakes, no weapon in his hand
But a smile on his face, laughing at their holy land
How the little pigs will grunt, when they hear the old boar died
He didn't scream, he didn't cry, he met his fate with pride
The poison burns his veins, but his spirit flies away
The sons of Ragnar will return, to make the Saxons pay
The Great Heathen Army wakes, the raven spreads its wings
Vengeance for the champion, the greatest of the kings
The Valkyries are descending, to take him from the clay
To the golden halls of Odin, where the brave will forever stay
Skál, in the halls of the brave
Skál, no longer a slave
SKÁL