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Returning from the long journey, a ship approaching homeward shores

Horn of the harbor master calls out "our sons have returned at last!"

Men of hyperborean, of ancient origin, pure celestial beings

Noble and White, giant and proud, victorious in their campaigns…

The priests and mystics, women and children - rush to greet them home

Sharing in spoils and tales from their victories against demiurgic foes

As all other vessels come to the docks, seagulls flying high in the sky above

Sunlight off the water glistering, while waves keep singing their songs

And now, vast leagues of ocean, they have sailed

To distant lands where the dangers were unknown

Towering noble warriors of the Blue Blood race of old

Tested and seasoned wayfarers many a battle seen unfold

Yet never have they ventured unto a new path

These waters will carry them to a new destiny…

The seasons have turned, and it is time to return once more to voyages and conquest

The priests of the temple bless warriors with protection, vows of battle lore are sworn

Under auspices of the great ancient gods of the land and sea, they prepare

Oaths are taken under the signs of the Sonnenrad, and of the Swastika

Once again they are leaving their homeland and kin

Hoping one day to return to shores of Hyperborea

Sailing to the edge of the known world and large continents far away

Conquering lands and ports, taking plunder, established outposts along the way

Far from home, growing weary of battle, long for comforts of the hearth

Loneliness sets in, mutinous rebellions - intermingling with their foes

Mixing races black, red, brown and yellow giving purity of their blood away

Creating cults of demigods, lesser mixed blood now takes sway

Many oaths have been broken, the faithful lose hope and flee away

On the long journey home

Now confront this second age…