The sun rose over the wasteland*
As far as the eye can see
Sand fills the vast plains of Serkland

It's vultures jeering at me

But they can circle until they drop dead

I have not come this far
To end, but to pursue my own thread
To join The Varangian Guard


Guards of glory and of might
Red as blood and black as night

Flies our banner as we march
In the East, for the king of the Greek


There's men of the cross and the hammer
A few of the moon crescent
Men simply searching for glamour

Some concealing their royal descent

The axe-bearing foreigners they have aptly named us


All we've come from afar
Diversity is what unites us

We are The Varangian Guard

Guards of glory and of might

Red as blood and black as night
Flies our banner as we march
In the East, for the king of the Greek


Miklagard, in the second indinction, in the 6542 year of the world


To Holmgard and beyond
This is where the winds have us guided
For fame and for gold

We once set sails for these lands unknown

Guards of glory and of might

Red as blood and black as night
Flies our banner as we march
In the East, for the king of the Greek


The sun rose over the wasteland*
As far as the eye can see

Sand fills the vast plains of Serkland