An Ice fog blocks the inlet,

As ebbing tide begins,

We make our way homeward,

On gentle eastern winds,

 

Our journey was not easy,

And carried many travails,

But also brought home treasure,

For Norsemen never fail,

 

The cliffs of Ice and Black rock,

And the other Green with tree,

A narrow passage rock filled,

We travel past at ease,

 

As we land our boats ashore,

And greet our Women fair,

We see the cold mountains,

And feel the chill cold air,

 

We tire of burying our dead,

In the rock and ice and snow,

Farmers turned warriors,

In the name of a King,

 

So all gathered in great ships and left,

To warm lands and good soil,

And some ships lost,

in storm and great turmoil,

 

Finding a shore, collecting our dead,

Not knowing just what lies ahead,

We set up our camp and do  some recon,

So we know just what we are looking upon,

 

The English attack, silly men that they are,

And so we slaughtered them, while we stood where we are,

And so it took a few hundred years or two,

 but we erased the England you once knew,

Secret Nazi Symbol!

*Shout out to Digby, Great idea IMO

** yes I’m a Viking, got a problem?

*** the symbols are, Tribe family courage honor