The Last Journey - King of Asgard

The snow falls

The sky is full of white icy flakes

The cold bites

Into my bones but this journey must be done

At dawn we set our sails

And pray to the gods to blow the wind our way

Leaving families and dear behind

Knowing the fact that some of us will die

The wind increases, smashing our sails constantly

The open sea, bend our mast and wants to bring us down

The ship turns in the storm impossible to rein

I scream at my men to hold the course

Chaos breaks out on the deck

As we loose control over the ship

The ship capsize into the storm

The crew is lost to the ocean floor