Serkland

Through the waves into the horizon

Day by day the winds are rising

To the unknown shores of the East

Flash in the night

New land in sight

Say your last prayers

Prepare to strike

Serkland

In the Land of Saracens

Siege

Fear the heathens raging

Thunder

Towards the golden Eastern lands

There's no turning back

80 strongholds are fallen

Desert land in blazing sunlight

Glowing gold - keen blades are shining

Varings at the shores of the East

Flash in the night

New land in sight

Say your last prayers

Prepare to strike

Shield breaking shield

In the play of Hild

Young hater of

The serpent’s bed

Serkland

In the Land of Saracens

Siege

Fear the heathens raging

Thunder

Towards the golden Eastern lands

There's no turning back

80 strongholds are fallen

Serkland stormed by Pagans

Scimitars crush on sword blades