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