Upon the wave's foamy crest,
Astride the dragon of the sea,
He brings trouble on his wings,
On his mighty wings
The hand holds steel
And someone's life on it
There's thirst for glory in his eyes,
And gleams of funeral pyre
Breath of the north will fill lungs
And give you power
The dragon bares it's teeth
Blood of his foes he'll drink aplenty
Upon the Ting of their armours