A sea nation of time gone by | |
Warrior nation of land, sea, sky | |
They conquered lands great and small | |
Their pagan God stood proud and tall | |
To my forefathers I belong | |
Of these people I, I am one | |
Let us not forget our past: we, the out cast | |
Stare upon this lost land and reach fathers hand | |
Our untried fears soaked in blood, they fall curd in mud | |
Old words warn of thine wyrd of mine |