Distant Northern Shore

You called to me,From a distant northern shoreThe horn sounds from ancestral pastFar sailing, for many daysYet I am no closer, than when I set sailFor what do I journey, where the seabirds mock meMany blood-gifts I have dealt, to stay on my pathAnd the blood foams along my prowThe markings of victory and woeAnd no ravens went hungryThe clouds smear the sunAnd the nights grow coldAs that north star, circles above meNo help it gives, no ship it steersAnd the other stars laugh at my griefAs my sea-steed breaks up beneath meAnd my body cast to Aegir's wrathI am pulled under, beneath icy wavesAnd meet my end, as One-Eye laughsMy life was struggle, but trueI do not spite, the gifts I receivedThe cycle of time returns againFor my end, is another beginning