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We set sail in despair
To follow the trail of Erikssons
To find the lands of grapevine
As in sailor's tales
We've seen hundred setting suns
A stripe of water foamed under the stern
A line that was spinned by the Norns
And the horizon stormed and swirled
On the edge of the world
As seawaves rolled out
From underneath our hull
Fate cursed us all
And a crow has landed on the spar
We regained confidence under Allfather's eye
The horizon stormed and swirled
On the edge of the world
As seawaves rolled out
From underneath our knarr
We've landed to vanish forever
A green wilderness is calling, a point of no return
We put on clothes of leather
Feathers in hair, paint onto face
And disappear without a trace
Without a trace
