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 Fathers Dig it up from the bottom You will never be forgotten Take control of family estate Treasure this and you will escape Life eternal