Sails of the North

But the sagas live forever.
Roll through the darkness, roll through the foam,
Follow the stars where the brave ones roam.
Prayer calls the wind, yawn answers the seed,
Bound by the north and destiny.
Gold may vanish, kingdoms may fall,
Still the old gods whispers.
Through it all, fire in the hall, thunder in the night,
Fear hence beyond, ride toward the light.