In the land of frost where mountains meet the sea
Ragnar was born wild like fire
He scorned his fate so small and confined
A tiny village could not hold his mind
He challenged men the ocean and fate
Carving a path to a greater state
He led his kin to distant shores
From farmers to sailors they sought for more
They raided kingdoms with swords in hand
Feared conquerors of sea and land
Though born under a dim flickering star
Through grit and might he became their north star
Like all great men his deeds grew grand
With myths of serpents and magic at hand
Yet one truth stands above the lore
A poor man fought and won much more
The greatest Viking history recalls
His name resounds in saga halls
But betrayal struck his journey ceased
In Northumbria his fate was released
Thrown to serpents by King Aelle's decree
He died with a cry of fierce dignity
"My sons shall avenge this fate of mine"
He vowed in darkness a vow divine
The Vikings rose with fire and blade
To honor their father the debt was paid
A king betrayed a legend fulfilled
The tale of Ragnar forever instilled
