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Majestic and unconquered you appear to my eye

You've kept the pride of olden days

My mind is taken back when I touch you

And I can hear great seas moaning

Cut asunder by your power

In deadly dance of fire

To the lost coasts

You were taking the unconquered ancient times

And though my sun of glory set

Nobody ever shall forget

The terror of my name

And oft shall ancient heroes rise

New planets in these northern skies

Through clouds of blood and flame

The Moon blesses your grand shape with light

Fierce winds will fill your weaved dress anew

You wake up to the Gods' call

Ready for the last march

Oh I yearn for your touch