Helluland - SIG:AR:TYR

Through the mists, through the hiding fog

to sight lands off the prow

a worthless land it seems to me

flat stones where no fields may grow

Are we lost in another world?

a strange silence now falls

watch our breath frost before your eyes

hear our hearts like thunder in the winds

Far from home, unseen by the sun

is our fate to be lost?

drifting closer to the edge of the world

where did the gods guide our path?

Helluland… where no gods or men live

Helluland… where the giants sleep

Helluland… where no ravens fly

Where the ice flows, where no life kann grow

Helluland… where no gods or men live

Helluland… where the giants sleep

Helluland… where no ravens fly

where dead souls go, where no life blood flows

The clouds gather to obscure the sun

to shroud all in their night

are those eyes, that watch from ashore?

or shadows from the fading light

Ghosts that whisper, of dead ages past

of fallen gods and their might

cursed men, doomed souls that will to live

breathe life in lost tales that died

this wretched cost and its winds that pierce

far deep in our souls

what dwells just beyond these shores?

where does the sun hide its light?

Helluland… where no gods or men live

Helluland… where the giants sleep

Helluland… where no ravens fly

Where the ice flows, where no life kann grow

Helluland… where no gods or men live

Helluland… where the giants sleep

Helluland… where no ravens fly

where dead souls go, where no life blood flows

They sailed right up to the shore and cast anchor, then lowered a boat and

landed.

There was no grass to be seen, and the hinterland was covered with

great glaciers, and between glaciers and shore the land was like one great slab

of rock.

It seemed to them a worthless country.

Then Leif said, 'Now we have

done better than Bjarni where this country concerned — we at least have set

foot on it.

I shall give this country a name and call it Helluland.'

— Greenlander's Saga