It was a late February trek, first on ship, with my many comrades
But we beached our ship, because the raid would happen inland
As a cross country journey, it might sound simple, if also tiring
We were moving inland in February, during a very long winter
And now we had a coating of ice, snow, frozen exposed hands
The reason for the raid unimportant, sent by a king's command
Few wanted to go on the mission, the reasons were uninspiring
Against a dangerous foe, treacherous weather, the reward bitter
To punish a people who'd acted outside of a tribe's leadership
We'd burn the village as punishment, for acting on their own
Killing allies, leaving orphans, in that hard driving snow
