Hjørungavåg

Great ships sail through the waves
Mighty oak upon cobalt tides
Warriors of Odin pray to Njordr
With spear and axe, prepared to die.

Thunder roars
As ocean turns violent
Waves begin to crash
As first death tolls
Horns now sound
The battle has begun
Pagan's might vast
And strength untold.

Death begins with blade against blade
Blood is spilt and oak is burned
Swords clash, drowned out by waves
Chants thunder over death this day.

Blades may dull
Breaths be taken
Death will toll
Men forsaken.

Waves may pass
And names forgotten
But Thor will stand
To honor the dead.

Pagan lands
Of fjords and mountains
Honorbound
By old tradition.

Axes drawn
Shields at the ready
Sail through the waves
Prepared for death.

Ships shall sink
And corpses with them
Ocean's wrath
Brought upon us.

Lives will end
Wrought with honor
For Aesir await
In the land of the slain.

Halls of gold
And oak await us
Horns of ale
And endless battle.

Journey's end
Shall be in asgard
Odin and Freya
Protectors of men.