Baskavígin

The tides have drawn a path for us As we pursue the northern star Reykjanes ridge marks the end of the world But we were born to die Vestfirðirs soil seemed dead But sea was full of life The locals came and joined the hunt Paradise had been found Four hundred years, the law exists The Basque paid for their sins But finally those thirty two made their amends So here we stand up, singing in their names For ju mala gissuna Heriotza da isuna For ju mala gissuna Ordaindu zor duzuna