As his father, now a murderer and exiled
Out of Iceland left Eirikinn Raud
With his arms crossed and his eyes facing the sea
A hard punishment for a Viking like him
Oh! To fortune he'll sail
To spit in his enemies face
To fortune he'll sail. Oh! To fortune he'll sail
To spit in his enemies' faces
To fortune he'll sail

With a small draken he sailed west
The westmanis he would pirate and pile

But he just found their houses abandoned
So he kept sailing trough the Breidi fjord

As the Landnamabok says, that was the history
of Eric the Red
As the Flateyarbok says, that was the history of
Eric the Red

As the Landnamabok says
That was the history of Eric the Red
As the Flateyarbok says
That was the history of Eric the Red

He traveled among the frozen vastness
Giving names to the places he had been
Eric and his companions were the first
Europeans
To ever step in North-American soil

Oh! 3 years passed by
Eric returned full of pride
And he doesn't need to stay
Oh! Now he has his own land
To Greenland he invited his people and there he
will reign
Eric doesn't need to stay

But is Greenland an appropriate name for a
desert of ice?
A bloody pirate? A vile man?
The answer to that is in time's hands
A dodger? A cheater?
Deceiving people to live in his barren kingdom