Strain at the Oars - Nomans Land

Hey brothers!

Strain at the oars

Let drakkar glide like the vulture soars

Hey brothers!

Strain at the oars

The sun of victory rises for us

We are people of fortune, people of will

Our destinies in Odin’s hands

We have nothing to lose and nowhere to step back

Throw out the sadness from your heart

If we die or nor — we shall drink our mjod

Let’s sing our cheerful songs loud

Our Father is a jolly God

When the arrows fall like a cloud

Hey brothers!

Strain at the oars

Let unlucky years stay behind

Hey brothers!

Strain at the oars

Today the sun of victory shines