I once had known of peace and love, but they were taken from me
Forsaking my family, couldn’t shake the memory of
Watching my own father being slain by my enemy

He said I didn’t have   any, but hatred’s my energy

I lie awake in a bed of fleas
Friends could be snakes, and the rest are just men of beasts
I’m drinking from a lake full of bodies and their weaponry
Exposed to the blood and war and gaining strength, eventually

Avenge and leave

To Vinland
But I’ll follow my father’s murderer
Into the furthest ends of earth
Until the honor is returned
I’ve got to burn him, Askeladd
And earn it all with what I learned
The opposite of what my father’s yearning for,
I will endure

Am I a slave to revenge?
Doing what he says and never paid in the end
Living for the same till the day that we’re dead
Hear the war drums with the rage in my head   

Taking your soul and I swear I’m
Sending you to Valhalla or Heaven, I don’t care
A knife that I swore would be yours
Cause a true warrior doesn’t need a sword

Taking your soul and I swear I’m
Killing whether you a noble or peasant, I don’t care
A knife that I swore would be yours
Cause a true warrior doesn’t need a sword

Survival of the fittest in a
Dog eat dog world but
Some want to fight it for the women or want to get paid or some are just bored
Only thing that I believe in is my own strength to avenge Thors
Look deep inside of my eyes, you see I’m raging more than Bjorn

They love to kill, but I only want to kill to grow stronger

Cold like the winter snow, and numb to your own slaughter
I’m dreaming every night to go to Vinland with the ghost of my father

First, I got to end the man who broke an oath on water

Thorkell couldn’t see it’s not about who wins
So I took his eye, and promised Askeladd the consequence
For his dishonest sins, I’ll be sure to chop off all of his limbs but  
Why am I the one to fall again for my punishment?

Am I a slave to revenge?
Doing what he says and never paid in the end
Living for the same till the day that we’re dead
Hear the war drums with the rage in my head

Taking your soul and I swear I’m
Sending you to Valhalla or Heaven, I don’t care
A knife that I swore would be yours
Cause a true warrior doesn’t need a sword

Taking your soul and I swear I’m
Killing whether you a noble or peasant, I don’t care
A knife that I swore would be yours
Cause a true warrior doesn’t need a sword

Hatred will keep me alive

And I’m goin for your vital points
Bleed from the knives
Never want a piece of the pie
Or the wives
Only want a slice of his demise

Already had that mid-life crisis
Sooner than Canute did, now we enlightened
If you seekin death, then I’ma help you find it

Blood from my veins, that’s blood of a viking

I didn’t sail across the ocean so far
Just to die of thirst or disease or to go and starve
But I hunger for your blunder, you’ll be dining next to Odin

And it won’t be long
Even if I fight you with a broken arm

The masses gather for a spectacle of bloodshed
Clashin back and forth but I’ll be t he’ll be the one dead

Askeladd sent me to war; the rivers run red
Can’t avoid the ending I swore, the duel is predetermined

Taking your soul and I swear

A true warrior doesn’t need a sword