'we convinced the serpent to pull us across 
we took on water and ships were lost 
stuck trekking thru a bog that went so deep 
screams from helheim could be heard from below 
each time the surface broke 
And our men, carrying pieces of our ship 
above their heads 
could feel the slain and bloated bellies of history 
beneath their feet.
Tho we pulled out our lesser men 
sunk to the chin, amongst the horror
they came out, changed and putrid
much aged by the errant whispers 
of those forgotten steps. 

we broke bush and thorn so thick 
we swore it was night: between black and oily mists 
and the stink of fear, sliding down the steep banks 
covered in blood red petals
we floated by good fortune 
to the frostmuthe: eerie docks on the other side. 
They appeared abandoned by decades, tho
we'd only left the day before. '