Korsarzom ;*
Most of the year we are but heathens
Sailing, fighting, plundering and crushing skulls
We confess to fight for Hemdall, we pretend to be his horde
But when the year draws to an end things get kind of bizarre
When it's Christmas, Viking Christmas, I have tears in my eyes
When I remember my childhood days and all those Christmas Eves
A sparkling tree, marveling eyes and all those presents,
I can still smell the roast and gingerbread
Nobody can escape the magic of Christmas!