Varyags of Miklagaard
Miklagaard has been our homeFor twenty years or moreWe've lent our axes, spears and swordsIn service of the emperor
We are loyal warriorsThat's the oath we gaveTo protect the emperorEven to a violent grave
Our loyalty was always firmWe kept our given wordOn these southern battlefieldsOur northern war cries roared
Battles have been foughtMany gave their livesBut all who died by axe and swordWere called to hall up high
Our time hereIs now at endCan't help but reminisceA cold spring daySo long agoWhen 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 warriorsThat's the oath we gaveTo protect the emperorEven to the grave
It's time to take farewellWe have been resolvedFrom the sacred oath we gaveIt's time to go back home
Our time hereIs now at endOur memories will stayOf MiklagaardOur southern homeUntil the end of days
We set out for Svitjod's shores!With honor and rewards!We return back home!