Skraelings - Leaves' Eyes

Solitary houses by the fjord

Rain is drifting in small water chains

Silent voices talking behind walls

Fire burning keeps us warm

Will they come my way?

Will this change my fate?

Do they ask for friendship?

Do they speak my language?

Will they come my way?

The new sound arises from their base

And now it’s rowing from the south

Stay and swim back and forth

Skraelings are in search for the shore

Will they come my way?

Will this change my fate?

Do they ask for friendship?

Do they speak my language?

Will they come my way?

Usher men

In the boats

Holding spears

Getting close

Swear struck, Ha!

Getting low, Ha!

I don’t know

Lower the swords

Will they come my way?

Will this change my fate?

Do they ask for friendship?

Do they speak my language?

Will they come my way?