The Salt and Storm

From the fjords of the north, we’re bound to roam,
With salt in our veins and the waves our home.
Over icy tides where the cold winds wail,
The call of the sea sings through the gale.

So heave, my brothers, on the salt and storm,
With sails of thunder, we’re battle-born.
Through tempest and tide, to the gods we cry,
With waves our cradle and the sea our sky.

By moon’s pale eye and the stars aglow,
We chart our path through the undertow.
With a whisper of oars and the seabirds' scream,
We chase down fate on the ocean’s seam.

So heave, my brothers, on the salt and storm,
With sails of thunder, we’re battle-born.
Through tempest and tide, to the gods we cry,
With waves our cradle and the sea our sky.

When the waters rise and the night grows deep,
We think of the halls where the fallen sleep.
If this be our end, we go unafraid,
For the sea holds tales of the brave we made.

So heave, my brothers, on the salt and storm,
With sails of thunder, we’re battle-born.
Through tempest and tide, to the gods we cry,
With waves our cradle and the sea our sky.

With sword and shield, we know no fear,
For home’s in the heart and the stars we steer.
If the gods will it so, our ship will stay,
Or she’ll sink to the depths by the break of day.

So heave, my brothers, on the salt and storm,
With sails of thunder, we’re battle-born.
Through tempest and tide, to the gods we cry,
With waves our cradle and the sea our sky.

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A Northlander song about the sea and the strength and uncertainty of it.