Оригинален текст
Jordanes told us the story,
Yes of Berik!
Gather all the Ostrogoths
And Visigoth!
Ride like en arctic storm
Accros the world
Gather all the gothic tribes, all the sons of Berik
On three ships you sail away a pagan crusade
Tyrans of the Christian world fear you more than teir god
Theodoric, gothic king: "Gog iste gothus est"
The flashing spear of the sublime
Is flying in the air
Like the fear of the divine
The gods are everywhere