Aside from eternity, fjords
Still chanting its shivering song,
And salts deeply rusted in swords
Are ready to sing all alone.
Whose fury is hiding in winter's
Unloving, severe embrace?
Who's rowing the boats down the rivers
To lurk for survival and grace?
New masts are awaiting the norther,
New sails are all up to unroll.
And Gods of the runes will be further
Assisting with weather and "Skol"!
Aside from eternity, fjords
© Copyright: Василий Монахов, 2017
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