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Sound the horns

Our king commands

We sail towards war and glory

Man the oars

Hail the winds

Skuldelevs unleashed on the world

Thor and Odin praised

Aegir was forgot

For this a storm was summoned

They have incurred his wrath

Ships were flung

Souls paid tribute

To the mighty god of the seas

Frozen waves

Steal their breath

As they cling to what remains

Surviving night

Surviving day

The king and twelve on the bow

Still armed,

Still ready

Greeted by the shadow of eagle wings

Hræsvelgr the beast at the edge of the world

Piercing eye gaze

Talons of razor

Wingspan of a hundred men

His hands steady

Soldiers at his side

The king does not cower nor fear

The beast approaches

It savors the meal to come

The beast must be filled

The king to feed him steel

Whole men

consumed

Spears and shield burst

Sternums

smashed in

By crushing forces

Heads left

bodies

Arms followed suit

Axe and

sword swung

His majesty leaves his mark

Hræsvelgr the beast at the edge of the world

Claws pierced flesh

The flesh of the king

He strikes his axe

Into his enemy

The beasts devours his leg

He screams in pain

He plants his arm

spiked and mailed into its eye

The king drifts on the bow

to our northern shores

With him proof

of the beast at the edge of the world