We have made our home across the black sand
Where we have beached our sea-faring vessel.
We hold the might to tame this bitter land
By using resources for our castle.
The lava stone will build a mighty wall
That will frighten away our enemies,
And if they pursue an untimely fall,
We can cut down this forest of pine trees.
From their wood we can fashion pointy spears
That will give it a formidable sight.
We can project an atmosphere of fear
When we yell from the rampart with our might.
Our renown from these hills will always ring,
And they will know that we are the Vikings.
John Collings 