Alba s touto skladbou:
Semigalls' Warchant,
The holy man rides up the tallest hill
Gazing long at the black night sky
Signs in the star grant him wisdom:
It's time to take up swords and cross the sea!
Rise now Reikis! You fought with Danes!
Rise warlord of Jurpils, and your brother Meinis!
Make your orders swift for building the ships
To bear silver and gold and carry it home!
Two thousand men will sail with them
All proven true in fierce battles
They raise up their axes like woodcutters
But each blade has slain dozens of foes
The ships sat sail in the grey morning
While the tail-wind still blows strong
Take us over the sea, to the foreign lands
Guide our boats to their treasures, with swords in our hands
Oh mother of wind...
What destiny will meet us on this journey-
Shall fate grant us honour and glory
Or bad days of grief and disaster?
Take us away to the Northern Shores
There is no way back anymore
So let the sea roar and let the storm howl
And the great waves shake our ships
Laughing we stand, our fear is beneath us
Horror and death now means nothing to us
Wind is our father and sea is our mother
Common fate brought us together
