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Cross the oceans

Sail the seas

This journey begins to the land of vines

We sail on and leave the old world behind

For we are the vikngr

Conqueror of worlds

Victor of battles

Believers in the gods of old

We ride the storms to the new found lands

We forge our path

Destiny is our making

Glory to the end

In the fields of incantation

As the new world offers

To the mother we are still beholden

Skraelings teach and the fields are plenty

Lakes brim with life

Tend the fields and hunt the lands

The night sky streaks of light

Age of the old ways renewed

Mother

Vinland