"Their land is filled with idols;
they bow down to the work of their hands,
to what their own fingers have made".
(Isaiah 2:8)
We sail to see the birds of prey
From Kobenhvan and windy East
From other worlds they fly away
Through gates of Hell and murky mist
Through loneliness of deadly sea
We sail the ship a steady course
Our captain, Rosh is full of glee
We're reaching North, our goal is North
We, vikings who will fight Mongols
We Scripture nation on the course
Our goal is North, we're reaching North
Our God is Vagrant on the cross
Vagrants
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Glad to see this poem. It's a romantic and beautiful, and it sounds like a good song.
they bow down to the work of their hands - the main idea, I suppose.
Наталья Евтеева 16.04.2026 23:09 • Заявить о нарушении
they bow down to the work of their hands - the main idea, I suppose.
Наталья Евтеева 16.04.2026 23:09 • Заявить о нарушении
Hard to say, when I wtote it, I thought about
mystical energy pushing vikings to the North,
it is cold and dark what is waiting there for them?
And still they keep going. Yes, they bow to what
is inside them, the work of their hands and soul.
Николай Дали 17.04.2026 04:49 Заявить о нарушении
mystical energy pushing vikings to the North,
it is cold and dark what is waiting there for them?
And still they keep going. Yes, they bow to what
is inside them, the work of their hands and soul.
Николай Дали 17.04.2026 04:49 Заявить о нарушении