The green waves strand above us
Who slumber in the bay
Washed by the tides of time

That swept our race away.

Our land lies stark before it

As we to alien axes,
But the love we bore it
Outlasts the crawling years


Ah! The sweet smiles of our wives,
The lures of soft golden sigh,

The great doors of Walhalla
When dawn was in the sky


Our cities dusty ruins
Our Drakkars deep sea slime
Our ancestor's spirits, forgotten