Lyrics:

At the state museum in a glass display
A Viking sword and shield lay
Which instinctively I recognized
And my Danish blood began to rise
I smashed the case and pulled the
Weapons free and uprooted my family tree
Then I moved up north and built a
Lakeshore home
Out of tree trunk frames with a
Mud thatch dome
I wrapped myself in a sheepskin coat
And climbed aboard my wooden boat
With the pent up rage of my ancient kin
A thousand years inside my skin
Sailing east I spotted a campsite
A group of tourists playing in the moonlight
They pointed at me and laughed like hell,
Until I came ashore swinging my sword

Bodies scattered as I plunged my blade
Through their gore-tex tents
And set fire to the family mini van
With their Coleman lamps
Then everybody watched daddy dangle
From a birch bark limb
A little visit from the instincts lingering
In the Atavistic Viking

As I floated away from the bloody grounds
The beautiful loot weighed my boat down
I made my way to a posh resort
Where the rich and famous come to port
And pulling away from a harbor slot
I spied a most resplendent yacht
In the middle of a costume party
A little drunk, so they hardly
Noticed me climbing on board in my helmet
With the horns swinging my sword

Bodies scattered as I plunged my
Blade through the captain's chair
And dragged women to the galley by
Their hair and underwear
Set a torch to the master cabin,
Loaded up my spoils
Another visit from the instincts
Lingering in the Atavistic Viking
And the planet hasn't seen such
Horror in a thousand years
The bellicose screams of my ancestors
Still ring in the Atavistic Viking