Distant Northern Shore - SIG:AR:TYR

You called to me,

From a distant northern shore

The horn sounds from ancestral past

Far sailing, for many days

Yet I am no closer, than when I set sail

For what do I journey, where the seabirds mock me Many blood-gifts I have dealt, to stay on my path

And the blood foams along my prow

The markings of victory and woe

And no ravens went hungry

The clouds smear the sun

And the nights grow cold

As that north star, circles above me No help it gives, no ship it steers

And the other stars laugh at my grief

As my sea-steed breaks up beneath me And my body cast to Aegir’s wrath

I am pulled under, beneath icy waves

And meet my end, as One-Eye laughs

My life was struggle, but true

I do not spite, the gifts I received

The cycle of time returns again

For my end, is another beginning