Tamers of the seas, the winds obey our will
Set sail to distant shores, where victory awaits
Where we go all shall fall,
We are the sons of the High King, all bow before us
Our father the King, will surely praise us for the battles we win in our name
Behold the army of our sworn enemy
How feeble it looks compared to our might
None can stop our onslaught
Not even he whom they call