Lost far away in the Sea of Works Lies the place of which Garðar spoke Naddodd called it the Land of Snow And now it will become our home Hjorleif first went to Vesternnlands Seeking a raid to fund the trek Ingolf chose to honour the gods While we awaited to sail on When Ingolf was in sight of shore He threw the pillars of his throne Wherever they wash ashore We'll rise our turf We sailed through the waves To reach those distant shores Maybe one day Someone will sing what we've done Through the ice and snow And fire from below We'll make our way And Snaeland'll be our home They parted ways and the winter passed Then came the spring with a smell of blood Slaves were tired of wearing the yoke And killed the ones who raided their homes "This I see befall everyman Who won't sacrifice to the gods Blood's the price for the pride of a fool" "Who knows if I shall even find Wooden pillars on the shore Of this island that I now call my home" Three years have now flown away As if taken by the wind And the breaking waves on the bay There where we see the smoke arise From the fountains on the ground Lies the proof we've long been waiting for We sailed through the waves To reach those distant shores Maybe one day Someone will sing what we've done Through the ice and snow And fire from below We'll make our way And Snaeland'll be our home We sailed through the waves To reach those distant shores Maybe one day Someone will sing what we've done Through the ice and snow And fire from below We'll make our way And Snaeland'll be our home