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