The Messenger

Clear was the sky : now storm clouds are forming

the sun disc was high : the dusk came too soon

sighted : a forest of masts and sails

ride swift yee messenger : the word must get through

Carry the news to the villages westward

Asa Bay is under attack

light the signal fires along the shoreline

sound the bugle : upon us is the storm

Ride up the coast : sound the alarm

the enemy fleet soon to land

women and children to the hill : the enclosure

to the shore every brave able hand

Sons of ours afar in foreign land

their swords will be missed on this fateful day

brother of Eigil : who set sail for Vinland

with Torgeir the strong and Ashur the brave

Upon us the storm : the twilight was sudden

the clear sunny day : now bitterly cold

may the Gods be all with us : and fate by us stand

let the livestock all run and bury your gold

The messenger riding swift through the forest

crossing the wide open plains

carrying the news of the storm : the fleet fast approaching

to arms all : defend Asa Bay

Clear was the sky : now storm clouds are forming

the sun disc was high : the dusk came too soon

now restless the waves : unruly the sea

red are the sails : may the message get through

Now dark is the sky : the storm clouds assembled

the enemy fleet soon to land

in the dark grey haze glimmering sharp steel is drawn

the swelling sails nearer now : stand and fight every man

Ride through the forest : past mountains and creeks

upon us is fire and doom

carry me : run swift : my good able steed

the news of the storm must get through