Alone he stands in the doorway his family's still asleep gazing at the starlit horizon and the moonsparking sea when dawn comes he must leave them his home, his children and loved for his
Iny beyond those waves known only to the norns

He's already dressed ready to leave his four friends are waiting by the shore each with a dragon ship and one hundred men prepared for war

He returns to his bed kissing his sleeping wife goodbye and as he leaves his youngest son a tear rolls from his eye

They set sail with the first morning rays heading for glorious wars and as the five ships steer out from the bay their hearts pound like never before

The wind is strong, the sun is warm their dragons fly' across the waves no greenfaces are seen here onboard only a crowd of braves

Many night pass and days long as a year they await the battle they await without fear

On the morning the fifth day before the sun arose they hear bells chime and see pyres torched at a nearby coast

"lower the sail, grab your oars, now men it's time to act! row like the wind to shore, row like the wind to attack!!!"