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

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