Distant Northern Shore (Sig:Ar:Tyr)

You called to me, From a distant northern shore The horn sounds from ancestral past Far sailing, for many days Yet I am no closer, than when I set sail For what do I journey, where the seabirds mock me Many blood-gifts I have dealt, to stay on my path And the blood foams along my prow The markings of victory and woe And no ravens went hungry The clouds smear the sun And the nights grow cold As the north star, circles above me No help it gives, no ship it steers And the other stars laugh at my grief As my sea-steed breaks up beneath me And my body cast to Aegir's wrath I am pulled under, beneath icy waves And meet my end, as One-Eye laughs My life was struggle, but true I do not spite, the gifts I received The cycle of time returns again For my end, Is another beginning