At the state museum in a gla** display A Viking sword and shield lay Which instinctively I recognized And my Danish blood began to rise I smashed the case and pulled the Weapons free and uprooted my family tree Then I moved up north and built a Lakeshore home Out of tree trunk frames with a Mud thatch dome I wrapped myself in a sheepskin coat And climbed aboard my wooden boat With the pent up rage of my ancient kin A thousand years inside my skin Sailing east I spotted a campsite A group of tourists playing in the moonlight They pointed at me and laughed like hell, Until I came ashore swinging my sword Bodies scattered as I plunged my blade Through their gore-tex tents And set fire to the family mini van With their Coleman lamps Then everybody watched daddy dangle From a birch bark limb A little visit from the instincts lingering In the Atavistic Viking As I floated away from the bloody grounds The beautiful loot weighed my boat down I made my way to a posh resort Where the rich and famous come to port And pulling away from a harbor slot I spied a most resplendent yacht In the middle of a costume party A little drunk, so they hardly Noticed me climbing on board in my helmet With the horns swinging my sword Bodies scattered as I plunged my Blade through the captain's chair And dragged women to the galley by Their hair and underwear Set a torch to the master cabin, Loaded up my spoils Another visit from the instincts Lingering in the Atavistic Viking And the planet hasn't seen such Horror in a thousand years The bellicose screams of my ancestors Still ring in the Atavistic Viking