| 作词 : Ron Merz | |
| 作曲 : Ron Merz | |
| When from our ships we bounded | |
| I heard, with fear astounded | |
| The storm of Thorgerd’s waking | |
| From Northern vapours breaking | |
| With flinty masses blended | |
| Gigantic hail descended | |
| And thick and fiercely rattled | |
| Against us there embattled | |
| To aid the hostile maces | |
| It drifted in our faces | |
| It drifted, dealing slaughter | |
| And blood ran out like water | |
| Ran reeking, red, and horrid | |
| From batter’d cheek and forehead | |
| We plied our swords, but no men | |
| Can stand against hail and foemen | |
| The hail storm | |
| The hail storm | |
| And demon Thorgerd raging | |
| To see us still engaging | |
| Shot, downward from the heaven | |
| Her shafts of flaming levin | |
| Then sank our brave in numbers | |
| To cold eternal slumbers | |
| There lay the good and gallant | |
| Renown’d for warlike talent | |
| Our captain, this perceiving | |
| The signal made for leaving | |
| And with his ship departed | |
| Downcast and broken-hearted | |
| War, death, and consternation | |
| Pursued our embarkation | |
| We did our best, but no men | |
| Can stand against hail and foemen | |
| The hail storm | |
| The hail storm | |
| Press the attack | |
| I have invoked the victory | |
| With the blót | |
| Of my firstborn son | |
| With the blót | |
| Of my firstborn son |
| zuo ci : Ron Merz | |
| zuo qu : Ron Merz | |
| When from our ships we bounded | |
| I heard, with fear astounded | |
| The storm of Thorgerd' s waking | |
| From Northern vapours breaking | |
| With flinty masses blended | |
| Gigantic hail descended | |
| And thick and fiercely rattled | |
| Against us there embattled | |
| To aid the hostile maces | |
| It drifted in our faces | |
| It drifted, dealing slaughter | |
| And blood ran out like water | |
| Ran reeking, red, and horrid | |
| From batter' d cheek and forehead | |
| We plied our swords, but no men | |
| Can stand against hail and foemen | |
| The hail storm | |
| The hail storm | |
| And demon Thorgerd raging | |
| To see us still engaging | |
| Shot, downward from the heaven | |
| Her shafts of flaming levin | |
| Then sank our brave in numbers | |
| To cold eternal slumbers | |
| There lay the good and gallant | |
| Renown' d for warlike talent | |
| Our captain, this perceiving | |
| The signal made for leaving | |
| And with his ship departed | |
| Downcast and broken-hearted | |
| War, death, and consternation | |
| Pursued our embarkation | |
| We did our best, but no men | |
| Can stand against hail and foemen | |
| The hail storm | |
| The hail storm | |
| Press the attack | |
| I have invoked the victory | |
| With the bl t | |
| Of my firstborn son | |
| With the bl t | |
| Of my firstborn son |
| zuò cí : Ron Merz | |
| zuò qǔ : Ron Merz | |
| When from our ships we bounded | |
| I heard, with fear astounded | |
| The storm of Thorgerd' s waking | |
| From Northern vapours breaking | |
| With flinty masses blended | |
| Gigantic hail descended | |
| And thick and fiercely rattled | |
| Against us there embattled | |
| To aid the hostile maces | |
| It drifted in our faces | |
| It drifted, dealing slaughter | |
| And blood ran out like water | |
| Ran reeking, red, and horrid | |
| From batter' d cheek and forehead | |
| We plied our swords, but no men | |
| Can stand against hail and foemen | |
| The hail storm | |
| The hail storm | |
| And demon Thorgerd raging | |
| To see us still engaging | |
| Shot, downward from the heaven | |
| Her shafts of flaming levin | |
| Then sank our brave in numbers | |
| To cold eternal slumbers | |
| There lay the good and gallant | |
| Renown' d for warlike talent | |
| Our captain, this perceiving | |
| The signal made for leaving | |
| And with his ship departed | |
| Downcast and broken-hearted | |
| War, death, and consternation | |
| Pursued our embarkation | |
| We did our best, but no men | |
| Can stand against hail and foemen | |
| The hail storm | |
| The hail storm | |
| Press the attack | |
| I have invoked the victory | |
| With the bl t | |
| Of my firstborn son | |
| With the bl t | |
| Of my firstborn son |