Remorseless Norsemen swim ashore The eastern coast belongs to us no more Shirtless in the rain The heathen army's upon us once again Led by the sons of Ragnar Barbarian Barbarian One by one the kingdoms fall They looked upon this isle and took it all Harbingers of pain Edmund the martyr cut down by a Dane On the orders of Ivar the Boneless Barbarian We are the sons of Ragnar Barbarian We are the sons of Ragnar Reducing feeble citadels to ashes and bloodstain Enslaving the sweet women folk Whilst every man is slain We'll spare perhaps a child or two That our legend may grow We'll take your precious horses Leave your corpses in the snow We'll march onward to Mercier And carve the land a scar In case you all were wondering We are the sons of Ragnar