Clear was the sky : now storm clouds are forming 

The sun disc was high : the dusk came too soon 

Sighted : a forest of masts and sails 

Ride swift ye messenger : the word must get through 



Carry the news to the villages westward 

Asa Bay is under attack 

Light the signal fires along the shoreline 

Sound the bugle : upon us is the storm 



Ride up the coast : sound the alarm 

The enemy fleet soon to land 

Women and children to the hill : the enclosure 

To the shore every brave able hand 



Sons of ours afar in foreign land 

Their swords will be missed on this fateful day 

Brother of Eigil : who set sail for Vinland 

With Torgeir the strong and Ashur the brave 



Upon us the storm : the twilight was sudden 

The clear sunny day : now bitterly cold 

May the Gods be all with us : and fate by us stand 

Let the livestock all run and bury your gold 



The messenger riding swift through the forest 

Crossing the wide open plains 

Carrying the news of the storm : 

The fleet fast approaching to arms all : defend Asa Bay 



Clear was the sky : now storm clouds are forming 

The sun disc was high : the dusk came too soon 

Now restless the waves : unruly the sea 

Red are the sails : may the message get through 



Now dark is the sky : the storm clouds assembled 

The enemy fleet soon to land 

In the dark grey haze glimmering sharp steel is drawn 

The swelling sails nearer now : stand and fight every man 



Ride through the forest : past mountains and creeks 

Upon us is fire and doom 

Carry me : run swift : my good able steed 

The news of the storm must get through