I can see the sun never setting Northern lights in the polar night, Tilled earth on the northern pole, Warm green meadows, clear blue skies...
Sweep them like a fire sword, Inflict death with every word, You are now the overlords, Land your ships, unleash the hoards!
(Сhorus) Our world is still alive, Our memory revives, Our homeland is and will be Vanaheim! Spirit of the Wariior Race, It will rise among their graves And the ancient might of old Shall arise, and its knowledge will Unfold!
Once the great race descended from The sky, Took the fight, overcame its foes, Built the solar and lunar empires, Lost itself in the flames of war.
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Over ages the knowledge is passed From the teacher to apprentice All that's left from a world So mighty glorious and old...
But there are those who still Remember the ages long forgotten Their immortal minds are here today: Behold!