Misted Shores Songtext
von Thrawsunblat

Who crossed the Great Atlantic
To beach their ships on misted shores
Who rode the eastern stormwinds
And heaved on heathen oar

From the land of ice
And the land of fire
Past the glacier isle
Past the wooded sandy shore

Drink from her flowing waters
Taste of her cascade streams
Hunt from her brimming forest
Vinland


But Eastern winds found you
And carried Skaldic songs from home
And so your spirits dragged you
Back to the Allfather′s shores

To the land of ice
And the land of fire
Past the wooded land
Past the isle of ice and stone

Sail, Northlanders, ye masters of the Western Sea
Heave away! Rake the waves with rabid oars
Sail, Northlanders, ye masters of the Western Sea
Tell the saga of this new found land of fjords

Our shores are strewn with iron
Our fields are sown with runes
Along the coast where the ancient winds still blow

In the air we still can hear
The skalds sing their haunting tunes
They are calling back the wayward spirits
They are calling us home