Ormurinn Langi

Slowly sneaking upon his enemies,
The ship that sails across the open seas,
Carries a pack of furious raging wolves. 

“Are you men of honour or of misdeeds?”
Asks the king, leader of all the waves’ steeds,
“We are bound forever, for we are wolves !”

Soon, the battle will be drawn to its end,
And all of those who strongly did defend,
Will be called above by the fallen ones. 

“Send them unto me, in my hall up high,
Rejoice forever, for your end is nigh,
Join my side, my pack of wolves, fallen ones.”


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