Kin Sailor

When often I had stood on the cold north shores
From the Vinland rock,
Watching the grey waves flow;
I had a distinct feeling that I had been here before.
But so long ago.

Whereas the sun is setting
And the fog rolls over the fells
All covered in juniper,
I remember
When proudly I had set my sails.

Then some ancient creature beckons me
Return to the earth.
Return with sword in hand,
To stand by ancient gods
In courage and in mirth.

Wyrd hath often spoke with me,
A gentle confidante,
Who whispers from the sea
And recalls the rusty hearts
Of nordic men of old.

Great men that stood by heathen gods
Who banked their ships
On primeval Vinland stones
And bound their creators divine
On bygone Northwest shores.

Now homeward north
Again I sail,
Ardent to the bygone relics
Of the norsemen of yore.
And once more...

I had the distinct feeling that I had been here before,
But so long ago.