The Olves

Mastless is the drakkar of Himinbjorg
For his sails sails are our arms
For his oars are our hearts
We sail on the waves of life
We roam through the maze of our destinies

In the memory of our bloodbrothers
We carry on dreaming
And we are still fighting
Blessed are the Pagan dreamers
Cause they pray to the old gods of our memories

The land is so green and the trees so strong
As our beliefs should be
As the depths of the sea
Nature hides the keys of life
And we the colours that make her so sweet