Under the Dragon Star - SIG:AR:TYR

— «The crew is restless, we have lost three to exposure already

I plead with you, turn back, before it’s too late and we all perish!»

— «If we turn back now we will be as good as dead anyway

And the Valkyries will piss on our graves.»

— «The gods have stopped listening to you, even Aegir thwarts our way

His daughters are cold and barren, grasping our hull with icy fingers.»

— «Tire me not with your superstitions, for soon we will reach the ultimate

north

Our ancestral homeland, where the air is warm and moist, and the sun rains down

eternally

By the stars, I know we are close!»

— «Well let us hope your superstitions are greater than mine!»

Cold winds carry the breath of the past

An icy path to the shores of Nastrond

The frozen ocean mirrors the starry sky

The northern lights, beneath the Dragon Star

Winter hearts of blackened stone

Forged in fire, in the primordial time

Cast down from heaven, to the ancient ones

To bond the iron and blood eternally

«Sure, if sword could venge

Such cruel wrong

Evil times would wait

Aegir, ocean-god

That wind-giant's brother

Were I strong to slay

'Gainst him and his sea-brood

Battling would I go

But I in no wise

Boast, as I ween

Strength that may strive

With the stout ships' bane.»

-- Egil’s Saga