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!)
(Barbarian!)

Reducing the feeble citadels to ashes and blood stain
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 Tanasia and carve the land a scar
In case you were all wondering, we are the sons of Ragnar

Barbarian!
Led by the sons of Ragnar
Barbarian!
Led by the sons of Ragnar