As the longboat disappears

Behind the morning mist so clear

They were seeking land could they understand

That they never would return

Chorus:

Out on the last crusade in quest after better days

To conquer it all

Viking funeral; live forevermore

Fought on the barricades

Tales from the battle days

It’s kill or be killed

Pagan minds to find

The tears from the north

On the rivers in the east

Rurik came to unleash the beast

People tried to fight against the Swedish might

But they did not stand a chance

Chorus:

Out on the last crusade in quest after better days

To conquer it all

Viking funeral; live forevermore

Fought on the barricades

Tales from the battle days

Kill or be killed

Pagan minds, the heathens from the north

Out on the last crusade in quest after better days

To conquer it all

Lay down your shield and sword

To dry the tears from the north

Mother Russia today would not be the same

If the vikings hadn’t been

Rimes from the past; destined to last for long

Solo

Mr.Eriksson went to America my friend many years before the rest

Men from the north had an urge to explore it all

So I sing you my song

Chorus

As the longboat disappears

Behind the morning mist so clear

They were seeking land could they understand

That they never would return again