Pirates of the North
Loot, ships, terror, waves upon rocks clash
Secret caves, concealing a sacred treasure stash
Vikings roam, across the high seas their dragon’s dash
The rulers of the waters, kings of the waves
“Uncivilized men!” the kings of the south rave
“Them with no carriages, no roads they pave.”
Vikings care not what the “civilized” say
To them they are rich supplies who meet their greedy pay
Vikings, though not fair of heart, live not for the future but the day
Celebrating with food aplenty and horns of mead
With brawny brawls, fighting through sweaty beads
Vikings, these men of the North
The pirates of Iceland search for material worth
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