In the dense grey fog

Where damp made his skin grow cold,

The warrior's eyesight clouded

And he felt a hundred years old

Not a sound could be heard

But the memory of the mournful cry

Of a Viking horn

There, where sea met sky

The solitary soldier

Who bore a burden great

Pleaded with one-eyed Odin,

"Is this to be my fate?"

But as the day dwindled

And the twilight cold did freeze

Until the sight of a longboat

Did bring him to his knees.

Running, stumbling, tripping

The warrior charged for salvation

Body unable to keep speed

With his mind's elation

He bounded towards the shore

Silent were the birds' screams

Into the fog it vanished

A mere ship of dreams

So with a final sigh

The soldier laid down his weary head

Knowing his gods do not dwell here

In this land of dark and dread