The Sea Ice is Thick, But We've no choice

Called by my tribal memories, my ancestors crossed oceans
Leaving these frozen lands, barren and the tundra and fjords
Following our pantheon, giving sacrifice, called by prophets
Left to ask, let our tribe starve or invite others take our home
Our great discoveries of new lands and global trade followed
Called to appease the modern ideal, we have earned our place
We never sought to lead the world, only to expand our reach
Our Homeland will always be covered in thick ice and snow
The future is uncertain but surrender or inaction are death
And our children and families deserve far more than that

"(the vikings) It saw life as being ultimately 
doomed to tragedy, but with the opportunity 
for grand and noble heroism along the way" 
                                   
                                               Daniel McCoy