Miklagaard has been our home
For twenty years or more
We‘ve lent our axes, spears and swords
In service of the emperor
We are loyal warriors
That‘s the oath we gave
To protect the emperor
Even to a violent grave
Our loyality was always firm
We kept our given word
On these southern battlefields
Our northern war cries roared
Battles have been fought
Many gave their lives
But all who died by axe and sword
Were called to hall up high
Our time here
Is now at end
Can‘t help but reminisce
A cold spring day
So long ago
When we set out to sea
We!
Set out from Svitjod‘s Shores!
With dreams of fame and gold!
And!
The work of weaving Norns!
Was unknown
We were loyal warriors
That‘s the oath we gave
To protect the emperor
Even to the grave
It‘s time to take farewell
We have been resolved
From the sacred oath we gave
It‘s time to go back home
Our time here
Is now at end
Our memories will stay
Of Miklagård
Our southern home
Until the end of days
We!
Set out from Svitjod‘s Shores!
With honor and rewards!
We return back home!
We return back home!
With honor and rewards!
We return back home!