Lyrics:

Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship
Pulling our oars and listening to the foam
Helmets and sheepskins salt-damp in the sea-mist
We're going home

Aslak of Langdale, Einar Thorgeirsson
Olaf the White and Sigurd the Powerful

Looking for constellations above the horizon
West wind cutting sharper than our blades
Smiling forever into an endless sunrise
We're flying on the waves

Thorfin Karlsefny, Aud the Deep-Minded
Snorri Thorbrandsson, Thorstein the Black

Out of dark Vinland with grey waves racing before us
We want no rest
Back to the homeland, Iceland sleeping in winter
Back from the west
Five years we roamed
Now we're going home