Most of the year we are but heathens
Sailing, fighting, plundering and crushing skulls
We confess to fight for odin, we pretend to be his horde
But when the year draws to an end things get kind of bizarre
Chorus: When it's christmas, viking christmas, I have tears in my eyes
When I remember my childhood days and all those christmas eves

A sparkling tree, marveling eyes and all those presents,
I can still smell the roast and gingerbread
Nobody can escape the magic of christmas
Raw meat and wild berries, goat milk and sticky mead
Are the viking's culinary desires
But when christmas is drawing near
We switch to a very different diet

Chorus: When it's christmas, viking christmas, I have tears in my eyes
When I remember my childhood days and all those christmas eves
A sparkling tree, marveling eyes and all those presents,
I can still smell the roast and gingerbread
Nobody can escape the magic of christmas

Bridge: Viking christmas, it's viking christmas
Officially we despise any of those christian customs
But in secrecy we can't flee the christmas spell
I bet you can't imagine how sentimental we can be:
Bearded vikings reenact the nativity scene

Chrous: When it's christmas, viking christmas, I have tears in my eyes
When I remember my childhood days and all those christmas eves
A sparkling tree, marveling eyes and all those presents,
I can still smell the roast and gingerbread
Nobody can escape the magic of christmas