make no tent on that ship,never sleep in a house.for a forward with indoor see may if you.on the shield sleeps to a viking...his sword in his hand...and his tent is the heavenly blue.when the storm rages its fears...hoist the sail to the top.ohhh marra,when the Storm King appears...let it drive,let it drive...better founded than strike.for whom strikes as a slave to his fears.
