Prediction of Warfare
Ships were preparedWeapons and shieldsSails were raisedWe headed out to sea!
Norway disappeared in the eastOur journey had begunHelpful winds gave us our speedUnder a warming sun
Heading to the emerald landA fleet of 50 shipsAn army of two thousand menlead by the king
On the horizon dark clouds aroseThor rode across the black cloudsAs the night rolled in over usWe felt the wrath of the storm
That night I was haunted by dreamsAn omen, of what was to comeThe serpent arose from the sea
Ready to strikeWith hammer in handThe serpent in pain,twisting in furious rage!Fought for its lifeThe serpent escapedThor was in rageMy dreams began to fade
Woke from dreamsSword in my handThe break of dawnWe were closing in on Irish landTime to attackGrabbed our shieldsWe came ashoreAnd saw the waiting horde
The fight was short and deadly intenseThe Irish fought us wellBut as we gained the upperhandTheir fighting spirit quelled
Ready to strikeWith swords in our handsThey struggle with heartThe Irish fell to our wrathFought for his lifeTheir king escapedWith fury divineKing Olaf threw his sword