4 acessos
Land ho!
Cast out the anchor and draw in the sails
A new land is ripe for the sword
Powder the muskets and sharpen the blades
Bring forth the cannons for war
Onward riches! Onward glory!
Forward to the shore
To the battle ye cullies, there's more to be won
Than either our mortal souls
Awake my brethren the demons are here
Sound out the battle horns
Arm yourself now with your axe and your shield
These devils will not take our homes
Onward homeland! Onward glory!
Forward to the war
To the battle ye cullies, there's more to be won
Than either our mortal souls
Who are these heathens who fight like the wind,
Killing with hearts of steel?
I fear that our reach has exceeded our grasp
The barbarians are hot on our heels
We drive the demons back
Victory is ours
Land Ho!
Bring in the anchor and cast out the sails
New lands are ripe for the sword
For goddess and homeland we ride on the wind
Go forth with the glory of Thor