A tribe waited, with the hearth red with warmth
And came a violent storm of the ocean's wrath
For centuries it came, exactly a year gone returned
The waste and ruin could not be turned away
Powerful, unsympathetic, determined in path
If this was disfavor from the gods now expressed
Walls around the village, and the homes as well
Broken by the storm's winds and greater waves
In a light of day, as the storm passed, blue sky
Instead of wind, snow, rain, sleet, the clean up
Then took the ships to sail for distant shores
Now they would be the storm, from the North
A village sleeping, unknowing and unaware
While the dragon ships approached, swiftly
However many survived either storm's rage
It set the way for a first early spring storm
Knowing the warriors hand or storm winds
Doesn't change the dead, only the desire
Storms come in many forms, in winter
The world is so cold, few can survive
What of a double bladed axe carving
Villagers slain, harvesting grain stores
Gathering the survivors to sell as slaves
All of the storms are violent, first to last
Is death from violence in a human hand
Different than that from nature's hand
Hurricane or blizzard, flood or landslide
Yes difference, nature incidentally kills
In war or violence human kills human
Not for evil but by the intention
And came a violent storm of the ocean's wrath
For centuries it came, exactly a year gone returned
The waste and ruin could not be turned away
Powerful, unsympathetic, determined in path
If this was disfavor from the gods now expressed
Walls around the village, and the homes as well
Broken by the storm's winds and greater waves
In a light of day, as the storm passed, blue sky
Instead of wind, snow, rain, sleet, the clean up
Then took the ships to sail for distant shores
Now they would be the storm, from the North
A village sleeping, unknowing and unaware
While the dragon ships approached, swiftly
However many survived either storm's rage
It set the way for a first early spring storm
Knowing the warriors hand or storm winds
Doesn't change the dead, only the desire
Storms come in many forms, in winter
The world is so cold, few can survive
What of a double bladed axe carving
Villagers slain, harvesting grain stores
Gathering the survivors to sell as slaves
All of the storms are violent, first to last
Is death from violence in a human hand
Different than that from nature's hand
Hurricane or blizzard, flood or landslide
Yes difference, nature incidentally kills
In war or violence human kills human
Not for evil but by the intention
