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Translation:
They travelled valiantly
Far for gold
And in the east
Gave food to the eagle
They died in the south
In Serkland
I sailed away
With the westerly wind in my back
With men and kettle
I felt safe
We have travelled far
On water, on land
When faraway now approaching
I miss my shore
Through valley over moore
We sail the eastern way
Through storms so hard
We are closing in to Miklagard
He knows alone who has wandered wide,
And far has fared on the way,
What manner of mind a man doth own
Who is wise of head and heart
