Many men have fought brave battles,
From the moon-forts to sun-castles,
Yet, none so brave as you, Arrows,
Who freed kingdoms far and meadows.
From Norway sent, and Russia’s bane,
You never felt what some call pain,
In Helluland, you lost your son,
From giant born, now is undone.
The witch did speak, your life would span,
Far in time and further in land,
But she did warn, you too would die,
You left your wife in the Greek home,
And went back to Norway’s shore’s foam,
To find the horse is resting nigh.
You tilt the head,
Awake the bed,
The serpent shed,
Now are you dead.