Twenty eight rowers straining at oars bring the drakkar out to sea To the beat of the drum they leave the fjord cutting the mist with the hull
Verse 2 (Chorus) What awaits them beyond the distant border black cliffs will give no answer Icy winds and foreign lands the drakkar cuts the wave
Verse 3 Sword and courage shield and luck the best trophy is the enemy at their feet Glory will be their best reward the meaning of their life and final result
Verse 4 Their twenty eight on stern faces no shadow of doubt only forward They sing a song to the beat of the drum the drakkar goes to the horizon
Chorus (repeat) What awaits them beyond the distant border black cliffs will give no answer Icy winds and foreign lands the drakkar cuts the wave
Musikstil
Epic Power Metal fused with Italo Disco elements, slower tempo, dramatic and melodic. Lyrics about twenty eight rowers on a drakkar in frozen seas. Male vocals in soaring tenor voice only.