And thus our journey beings.

We thrust our ships into the waves,

braving the wild unknown.

Fists raised high in defiance of the storm,

Thor shouts his pleasure on the rising gale.

Our offerings to the All-Father are many,

his crows guide our way.

 

The voyage is long.

The ending unsure.

Yet, on we strain.

 

Should we end in death or glory?

Only Odin can see.

Our end is not known,

the glory is the voyage,

and glorious battle.

To return home with treasures piled high,

or to wake in Valhalla

to feast in the All-Father’s mighty halls forever.

 

Glory awaits!

Up sails!

Out oars!

Let us dance with the coming storm,

our enemies must needs know our wrath.