Vanaheim

I can see the sun never setting
Northern Lights in the polar night
Tilled earth on the northern pole
Warm green meadows, clear blue skies

Our world is still alive
Our memory revives
Our homeland is and will be
Vanaheim!
Spirit of the Warrior Race
It will rise among their graves
And the ancient might of old
Shall arise, and its knowledge will unfold!

Once a great race descended from the sky
Took the fight, overcame its foes
Built the Solar and Lunar empires
Lost itself in the flames of war

Our world is still alive
Our memory revives
Our homeland is and will be
Vanaheim!
Spirit of the Warrior Race
It will rise among their graves
And the ancient might of old
Shall arise, and its knowledge will unfold!

Over ages the knowledge is passed
From teacher to apprentice
All that's left from a world
So mighty glorious and old
But there are those who still
Remember the ages long forgotten
Their immortal minds are here today
Behold!

Our world is still alive
Our memory revives
Our homeland is and will be
Vanaheim!
Spirit of the Warrior Race
It will rise among their graves
And the ancient might of old
Shall arise, and its knowledge will unfold!