I can see the sun never setting
Northern lights in the polar night,
Tilled earth on the northern pole,
Warm green meadows, clear blue skies...

Sweep them like a fire sword,
Inflict death with every word,
You are now the overlords,
Land your ships, unleash the hoards!
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Our world is still alive,
Our memory revives,
Our homeland is and will be
Vanaheim!
Spirit of the Wariior Race,
It will rise among their graves
And the ancient might of old
Shall arise, and its knowledge will
Unfold!

Once the great race descended from
The sky,
Took the fight, overcame its foes,
Built the solar and lunar empires,
Lost itself in the flames of war.
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Over ages the knowledge is passed
From the teacher to apprentice
All that's left from a world
So mighty glorious and old...

But there are those who still
Remember the ages long forgotten
Their immortal minds are here today:
Behold!
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