Sea Dragons

We will wander with our crew until the worlds burn,
Sailing to doom in dragons of the sea

I stand upon the rolling prow
Salt spray on my face
Gods of the sea, bless our journey,
As the oars pull them to plunder!
The years have been kind,
And the gods have been gracious
Many riches for the lord, and few have gone to Odhinn.

Only now do I realize, as Loki passes by,
This is the end for me.
We will wander with our crew until the worlds burn,
Sailing to doom in dragons of the sea.

Through the depths of the storm
Surtur's fire blows the ship
The sails of Ragnar, son of Sturl
are nowhere to be seen
An evil glow on the horizon
appears like a funeral pyre
The whisper of a dead man's soul
only sound on the frozen air…

They stare at us as Naglfar passes
The dead crew of th'infernal ship
It strikes like steel through my heart,
They have another purpose!
There is a battle on Vigrid's plain
Where the gods will die
And this ship-made from dead men's nails-
Carries the Trickster there