Jordanes told us the story Yes, of Berik [Incomprehensible] Gather all the Ostrogoths And Visigoth Ride like an arctic storm Across the world Gather all the Gothic tribes, all the sons of Berik On three ships you sail away on a pagan crusade Tyrants of the Christian world fear you more than their God Theodoric, Gothic king, Gog iste Gothus est The flashing spear of the sublime Is flying in the air Like the fear of the divine The Goths are everywhere