The God of Storms will you hear me
The shore is close but I fear it
I am lost on my course to Gardarike
Your white palace embraced in gold
And skin of a maiden's cheeks
The ruler of winds will you save me
My hopes are strong but you guide me
I am lost on my course to Gardarike
Caught in a stormy weather
Storm lay down your sword
Sea be calm and clear tonight
Storm lay down your sword