Northward

The wind is cold and heavy

And storms are in the sky

Our path across the nordland

Goes higher and more high

To left the sea we came from

To right the white hills with no tree.

The wind is growing colder

And shivering are we.

We drag with stiffening fingers

Our swords and up the hill

The path is steep and tangled

But leades to battles still

Farewell now mountain vale and plain

Farewell now wind and frost and rain

And mist and cloud and heavens air

Ye star and moon so blinding fair.

Farewell now blade and bloom and grass

That see the changing season pass

Farewell sweet earth and northern sky

Forever blessed but here we die.