In the land of the northern winds, where the fjords touch the sky,
A Norseman dreams of southern seas, where the ancient cities lie.
With a heart of iron and a soul of fire, he yearns to sail afar,
To the golden shores of Naples, guided by the evening star.
He stands on the cliff, looking into the distance, imagining the journey,
The adventures that await him.
Landing in Sicily and passing through the Strait of Messina
The Norman will continue without any fear
We sail through the storm, with the winds at our backs,
To conquer the waves and stay on our tracks.
With fire in our hearts, we'll reach for the skies,
Bound for Naples is where our destiny lies!
Am I really abandoning Odin?
Thor in anger strikes his hammer in this storm
The siren's call is make our hearts remain warm
As we sail through the storm, our fate will transform
Against the raging storm, we stand firm and perform.
It's time to rule the stormy seas!
We sail through the storm, with the winds at our backs,
To conquer the waves and stay on our tracks.
With fire in our hearts, we'll reach for the skies,
Bound for Naples is where our destiny lies!
Through the storms and raging seas, his spirit never fades,
With the stars to guide his way, and the gods' immortal aid.
In the streets of Naples, he'll walk as if a king,
His journey's end, his destiny, the song he'll always sing.
We sail through the storm, with the winds at our backs,
To conquer the waves and stay on our tracks.
With fire in our hearts, we'll reach for the skies,
Bound for Naples
We sail through the storm, with the winds at our backs,
To conquer the waves and stay on our tracks.
With fire in our hearts, we'll reach for the skies,
Bound for Naples is where our destiny lies!