Verse 1

I wake where the green grass meets the sky,

A strange new shore, no answer why.

Five weathered stones stand watch in a ring,

And a black-winged raven circles, calling:

“Huginn knows the road ahead—

Keep your axe up, keep your head.”

Pre-Chorus

No road, no roof, no iron crown,

Just open fields and timber falling down.

Chorus

Run, Viking, run through the Meadows wide,

With the old stones at your back and the wild at your side.

Raise your shield when the tall trunks sway—

The deadliest foe may fall your way!

Run, Viking, run, let the hard earth ring,

Huginn above you, the dawn on your skin.

From the first green field to the edge of the flame,