Vinland, Vinland

This song describes the voyages discussed in the Viking sagas to the land of Vinland, which is strongly believed to be a region that is now the American Northeast or Canadian East. The voyages likely occurred around 1000 AD. Vinland: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vinland Song created with Sona AI v6-mini. Art created with ChatGPT-6 Luna. Lyrics: [Verse 1] In the longhouse fire, where the iron shadows dance, Skalds keep time on a drum made of bone and chance. They sing of Egil’s fury, of oaths carved in the wind, Of blood on frozen fjords and the debts that won’t grow thin. Across the black-green water, under moons of copper flame, Leif heard the old gods calling, and he answered without shame. He set his prow to westward, through the teeth of storm and spray, With the ravens on the masthead, and the night devouring day. [Chorus] Vinland, Vinland, call us on, Through the mist and the long dusk dawn. Vinland, Vinland, far and strange, Where the pine dark sea winds change. [Verse 2] They read the sky like runes there, in the salt and sleet and foam, With wolfskin on their shoulders, carrying memory like home. The oars beat out a thunder, low and hard beneath the stars, While the shore ahead was hidden like a secret behind scars. Then green lands broke before them, and the rivers ran like steel, And the grapes grew wild and heavy where the summer heat could kneel. But the saga never softens what the northern hearts demand: Every new shore asks its tribute, every dawn a bloodstained hand. [Chorus] Vinland, Vinland, call us on, Through the mist and the long dusk dawn. Vinland, Vinland, far and strange, Where the pine dark sea winds change. [Bridge] Hear the horn in the ice wind, feel the pulse in the dark, The old songs still are sailing with a restless ember spark. From Iceland to the edge-world, from the fjord to the unknown, We were made of storm and longing, of the sea and of the stone. [Verse 3] So the names survive like embers in the ash of breaking years, In the mouths of fierce descendants, in the turning of our fears. The sagas cut like silver, cold and clear and merciless, Telling how they crossed the darkness just to test the vastness. And if you stand in winter where the northern lights descend, You can hear those oars still striking, you can feel that old world bend. Leif and sea-worn brotherhoods, the wind in every sail, Riding out beyond the known lands, into fire, frost, and tale. [Chorus] Vinland, Vinland, call us on, Through the mist and the long dusk dawn. Vinland, Vinland, far and strange, Where the pine dark sea winds change.