Harrowing Desperation - The Flight Of Sleipnir

He found himself upon rival shores

The storm had cast him to this fated soil

Scattered around him, his ship lay in ruin

And from the wreckage emerged his plight

Unwise men approach without restrain

Subjected to a northern wrath

Among the sand and stone, alone

Voices reach him from afar, unknown

The Heavens dark and grey, above

Uncertain paths before him, arise

Over barrows of Earth and mountains of sand

Through the wintry winds and rain of the North Umbrian Land

Who was once the master, who bore the raven flag

Tormented in chains by an Anglian hand