Dreaming Of The Dawn

[Halvdan:]- "Ill omens my friend, look,Ymir's blood drifts into the dawning sun, and colours it as red as raven's mead,I warn you again of this dark ambition!"[Vidar:]- "Nay, my destiny is writ in stone, as it is for all men.Fear not or fear greatly, for our wyrd is upon us!May the gods watch our path, and Tyr light our way.The doom of our folk is upon us. Quickly they ever fall to the sign of the southern cross.Our fate must be decided!We must sail at once!"[Halvdan:]- "To the north, then?"[Vidar:]- "Aye... to the north..."The red runes spoke of these dark daysA tale forgotten beneath the dying sunA darkened plague, eclipsing all that should beTo the north we sail, beyond the mists of timeFrom ancient lore, a stone from aboveIn the farthest north, beneath the ice and snowTo turn back the southern shadow,To reverse the river of Freya's tears"That ninth I know: if need there be,to guard a ship in a gale.the wind I calm, and the waves alsoAnd wholly soothe the sea." - HavamalWalvater do not desert usWe throw the last spear, across the field of historyTo pierce the side of the martyrTo rape the fields of their liesWe dream of the dawn, of honour and legendTo burn brighter than a thousand sunsOur song will lift high, our blood will run deepInto the veins of the earth, and colour the snow