Lyrics Jórvik - Hulkoff

Sitting on the (?)
Whilst the goat herd (?)
Its Tedious and gruelling
Wet and bored by dung and sleet, and petid farmboys gruelling
There by the shore line, the ice starts to melt
I'm sensing a feeling I had never felt!
I'm sensing a feeling I had never felt!

(?)
Im off to raid, on a longship bound for Jórvik
With and axe in hand, In a wet war-band
Going westwards, going to England
Let my mother know, that I had to go
To where my father once set shore
And that I shall loot with King Canute
And I won't come home no more
And that I shall loot with King Canute
And I won't come home no more

Sixteen summers I had spent with goats, but now I shall be spending
The seventeenth onboard a boat, into what ever ending
I yearn for adventure, for silver and fame
And one day the world shall remember my name!
And one day the world shall remember my name

I am sailing west, with an early mist
In a suit of blood stained gruelling
For I'm young and free and my legacy
Shall be carved in stone for all to see
And if the rough sea whip
On this dragon ship
You're going to Jórvik say
If the seas are rough, I will laugh it off
For today I sail away
If the seas are rough, I will laugh it off
For today I sail away

(?)
Im off to raid, on a longship bound for Jórvik
With and axe in hand, In a wet war-band
On the westwards going toward England
Let my mother know, that I had to go
To where my father once set shore
And that I shall loot with King Canute
And I won't come home no more
And that I shall loot with King Canute
And I won't come home no more