| 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 |