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