I was one of twenty, Vikings and survivors
Our long boat was tossed by a winter storm
Wind shredded our sails, we took on waters
The shores we were forced upon were dark
Lands deeper in were forested, green, lush
While we did find food and took down prey
They were foreign lands, dangerous, distant
So far from our home, yet in ways similar
If we'd live and return, it could be a home
This upon red clay, in runes from learning
I keep a journal for those who might know
Vikings never give up, we live to discover
This group of Norse, Danes, and Swedes
Would never return home, but we might try
And survive long enough to be remembered
More than conquest but finding new lands
We are born from the cold and fierce blood
Protected by Thor, his winds kept us alive
To lay a claim we lift our Raven Banner
We are Vikings, children of the storm
