lean ships run
each stroke more
driving them ever
nearer shore
almost silent
in the night
sudden appearance
adding to fright
shield and axe rest
ready to taste to the full
hot red blood sunk
in body buried in skull
grating keels
in the sand
sliding on
to alien land
battles cries
battle screams
pierce the night
enter dreams
too late to save
men half asleep
women endure
and later weep
another round
in the game
another raid
in odin's name
