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