From the moment I was born
Mamma knew I was different than others
I grew horns upon my forehead

And conquered people's hearts
Carried the sword to school
And let no one call me names

'Less the kids wanna loose their fingers
Choppy chop chop chop sticks


I'm a Viking
Black skin


When the winter days approach
I grab my shield and prepare for battle
With great gigantic seals and polar bears

destroying my crops
And my mamma brags to neighbours
any time she gets a postcard

About a son on vicious waves
Pon the icebergs of the Arctic circle


I'm a Viking
Black skin