Beyond the seas where our ancestors voyaged
Our fathers, following the call of blood, forged tales of great pride
They ensured our future in strange, hostile lands
Lands that would be ours - so decreed the law of tooth and claw

Imprinting these lands into the Aryan psyche
Constructing strongholds of pagan pride
Mercilessly cutting down any skraeling who interfered
Our ancestor's deeds were immortalized in our sagas forever

Runes of esoteric power howled for our return
Abrahamic diseases could not subvert our spirits
Christianity's grasp could not deter the tides of fate
And so our heathen blood summoned us back to these lands

The banner of our folk was once again raised upon these shores
We returned and conquered Vinland in the name of Aryan survival
Monuments were built upon the bones of a weaker, defeated race
Memorializing what once was and shall be again

I was born here and I will die here
This is my land, as it was my father's before me
I will never apologize for the prowess of my race
And in the face of guilt, in Wotan's name I shout - Vinland Awake!

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