Soft sing the wind
Voice of the shore
Murmuring tides
Chorus of the north
Land of our birth
God-seed Ship striking waves
Sails cleave the sky
Foreboding banner
Fate comes to life
Mail-clad hordes spell “doom” for the land we one knew
From rockiest shores, on shining seas astride
Vengeful the swords, from guarded havens wide
Battle-mists, painting the fields red
For seer and kin, unjustly wed
Cold forest fettered
Exiled kin
Wild the huntress
Death lies within
Nine to the wolves in vain
Yet a hero remains
Bitter love, under stone
Bred from vengeance, son of son
Caverns dark, fearless ford
Wield the blade that Odin made, under the stars
Dreadful the deeds
Of wolfskin encloaked
Flames of revenge
By fathers are stoked
Ember of rage hath wrought the death of an age