---

Seas that gird the world entire.
Surf that swells against the tide.
Dark and fearsome is your power.
Purge us of our pagan blight.

Warlike Virgin lead us onward.
Peace and comfort we do scorn.
In your name, we wield our weapons.
Christ will pay the soldiers’ coin.

Demons howling in the darkness
Where prophetic dogs do bite.
Wild hunts o’er the hill-fort speeding
Boding doom for all mankind.

Wendish warriors pursuit giving,
Sailing ’cross the northern brine.
Racibor’s ferocious legions
Fiends and serpents rage entwined.

Konungahella, Konungahella,
Blood and combat, gold and glory!
Konungahella, Konungahella,
Set a northward course, my lads!
Konungahella, Konungahella,
’Tis the day the gods deal death!
Father, son and holy spirits,
All contained in Triglav’s head!

Seas that gird the world entire.
Waves that pound the sand like fists
As we sail on ever northward
In beguiling mermaid mist.

Holy relics seized by Sigurd
Will now hang upon our gates
To thwart prophets and apostles
Raising crosses in our midst.

Gods and fortune granted favours.
We bring news of fruitful raiding.
Let slaves be to worship driven.
Hail the gods and House of Griffin!

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.