Miklagaard has been our home   For twenty years or more   We've lent our axes, spears and swords   In service of the emperor      We are loyal warriors   That's the oath we gave   To protect the emperor   Even to a violent grave      Our loyalty was always firm   We kept our given word   On these southern battlefields   Our northern war cries roared      Battles have been fought   Many gave their lives   But all who died by axe and sword   Were called to hall up high      Our time here   Is now at end   Can't help but reminisce   A cold spring day   So long ago   When we set out to sea      We!   Set out from Svitjod's   Shores!   With dreams of fame and   Gold!   And!   The work of weaving   Norn's!   Was unknown      We were loyal warriors   That's the oath we gave   To protect the emperor   Even to the grave      It's time to take farewell   We have been resolved   From the sacred oath we gave   It's time to go back home      Out time here   Is now at end   Our memories will stay   Of Miklagaard   Our southern home   Until the end of days      We!   Set out for Svitjod's   Shores!   With honor and   Rewards!   We return back   Home!   We return back   Home!   With honor and   Rewards!   We return back   Home!