Three Ships Of Berik, Pt I_ Calling To Arms And Fighting The Battle

Jordanes told us the story
Yes, of Berik

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