[Berik, the Gothic King:] �Gather all the Ostrogoths And Visigoths! Ride like an arctic storm Across the world!�
[Leitmotif of the Gothic Army]
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 Theoderik, 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