(Verse 1) Listen, young raider, cease your jests, Your father’s drained from the day’s conquests. Arms weary from the shield-wall’s clash, Now home, where fire embers flash. (Chorus) To bed, to bed, my stubborn kin, My patience thins as shadows spin. The sagas wait, but now heed my call, Sleep, or by the gods, you’ll miss it all! (Verse 2) Sun has set on bloody fray, Still you stand in defiance of night’s sway. Enough of play, the stars berate, Rest your head, it’s far too late. (Bridge) Your mother, the fierce, in battle roars, Yet here you toy, on safer shores. Would you grow to claim the Viking throne? Then sleep, let your strength be grown. (Chorus) To bed, to bed, my stubborn kin, My patience thins as shadows spin. Dream of raids where you shall lead, But now, let slumber plant its seed.