Turisas - The March Of The Varangian Guard

The sun rose over the wasteland As far as the eye can see Sand fills the vast plains of Serkland It's vultures jeering at me But they can circle until they drop dead I have not come this far To end, but to pursue my own thread To join The Varangian Guard Guards of glory and of might Red as blood and black as night Flies our banner as we march In the East, for the king of the Greek There's men of the cross and the hammer A few of the moon crescent Men simply searching for glamour Some concealing their royal descent The axe-bearing foreigners they have aptly named us All we've come from afar Diversity is what unites us We are The Varangian Guard Guards of glory and of might Red as blood and black as night Flies our banner as we march In the East, for the king of the Greek Miklagard, in the second indinction, in the 6542 year of the world To Holmgard and beyond This is where the winds have us guided For fame and for gold We once set sails for these lands unknown Guards of glory and of might Red as blood and black as night Flies our banner as we march In the East, for the king of the Greek