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,ah! the love we bore it
Outlasts the crawling years.

Ah! The sweet smiles of our wives,
The lure's of soft golden sigh,
The great door's of Walhalla!
When dawn was in the sky...

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